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Part 4

For Taiko

By Draconicon

"Solstice Stocks..."

Nor, or he supposed, 'Denith', stood outside of the large brokerage firm, keeping one hand on the glass door that was supposed to be the way in. He knew better than to let go. He'd had the whole brooding approach three times now, thinking through what he wanted to do, and by the time that he took the step to enter the building, it had shifted. The first time, it wasn't a bad thing, because it had turned into a restaurant and he needed lunch anyway, but the second and third time...

Well, he hadn't expected to be solving crimes before getting on to business. Stepping into a bank robbery in progress through a back door in the vault that hadn't been there before was a new one on him, but hey, at least he'd done something good.

Now, though, he needed to focus on the overall mission. He just wished that he could do this in his other form, rather than as...Denith.

Denith Malek, his alter ego that he had left behind in his world, was the only other disguise that he had. The Nor of this Novus Ager had no business going into a stock exchange, and his purple-furred self was not one that would be going here, either, not without tipping someone off that someone out of this world had arrived. That only left this form, and it was...

He glared up, not able to see the military-style buzz-cut that was still there from the last time that he had taken this form. He had hoped that maybe, just maybe the damn thing would have grown out, but either because he'd been in his super-form the whole time, or because of the Plicant side of him keeping everything at a base state, it was still short. No matter how much energy he put into trying to make it grow, it just stayed flat to his head. Flat, short, not even spiky.

That, and the nipple piercings that he could still feel tugging at his chest in this form, like an insistent jerk that wanted to get him into bed, were all reminders of what he had been before he'd gotten the chance to be Nor, to be a hero. They were impossible to remove, no matter how many blacksmiths and lock-cutters that he had gone to. The piercings just kept reforming through his nipples, and the hair kept sliding down again.

It was all the reason that he needed to stay in his super-form whenever he could get away with it, and considering his position back home, that was all the time.

Just get this done, then you can go back to the apartment, fuck the cat's face, and then go back to being the real you. This is the disguise today. You can handle it for a few hours.

He hoped.

He pushed the door open, not even having to duck under the top of the doorframe the way that the 'real' him would have to, and he grimaced as he had yet another reminder of what he was not anymore. 'Denith' gritted his teeth, trying not to let his displeasure splash across his face, trying to keep up the professional look.

After all, that's why he was here, ostensibly. He was here to look professional, to talk to someone about stocks, and then maybe buy a few. That was why he was dressed up in the monkey suit of a jacket and tie, a decent shirt under that, and slacks. The clothes...god, the clothes pressed to him almost as badly as the nipple piercings pulled at him, covering him up, making him feel...

Ugh.

He made sure that the Denith face didn't show the utter disdain that he felt for the form as he looked around the room, taking in the stock exchange. There were TV monitors throughout the upper parts of the room, number screens gazing down at the crowd as if they were some sort of judgmental god-face that the accountants worshiped to gain money. He watched them for a few minutes, then a few minutes more.

It didn't take long for them to start showing blips, glitches, errors that nobody else seemed to see. The numbers would freeze, then backtrack, moving to a timestamp almost three minutes old where the numbers were different. They'd hold there for a second or three, then jump forward to the proper time, the stocks entirely different from what they had been, going along a different chain of progression. He saw the sudden sells before the stocks dropped, sudden purchases before they rose, almost as if other people were aware of it before it happened.

Something was definitely off here, and it was going to be a trick and a half to solve just what it was. However, there was no question in his mind that this was the right place.

'Denith' reached back and pulled out the tablet from before, the same one that had dragged him towards the Industrial District in the past. It wasn't beeping at him here, but he could see that it was picking up a questionable reading. It wouldn't have been able to get even that much outside the building, and he doubted that he ever would have been able to find this place with the tech that he started with.

It was all down to the androids, he supposed. The experience with the androids at the warehouse was proving itself worthwhile after all. Everything that he'd managed to dig out of the computer system there pointed to four different corporations that had placed huge orders for the chrono-stabilized androids, but under that had been the influence of a greater shell corporation, one that had purchased all of the androids from them. That purchase had then been directed out of the city, and then back to it through four other buyers that had eventually landed them here.

Right here, in Solstice Stocks.

The more he watched the machines and screens, the more he realized why they needed this sort of machinery here. The whole place was riding on the edge of destabilization, and just glancing down at the accountants, it was clear to see that they were flickering in and out of time, falling into the little gaps and pauses between the different resets going on. Almost all of them were completely out of it, not paying attention to him or the other customers that were falling into the gaps as well.

It was almost creepy, and the only reason that it wasn't was because he had seen something like this before. Not to this degree, but something like it. Lil had shown him what could happen in a place like this, given him a VR representation of it so that he'd know what to expect, but...

Well, it didn't match up to this degree. He had expected a few stuttering individuals, people that were sliding in and out of their own timelines, but this...this was like reality itself was getting messed with.

He felt a shiver running down his spine, and he did his best to just deal with it. There was still a reason to be here, a reason to be dealing with all this stuff. He reached for his pocket -

"Well, well, what do we have here? A new customer, or a new employee?"

The mule almost jumped out of his skin as someone finally noticed him, but before he could turn and address the person, they groped his ass. 'Denith' went stock-still, and had to force himself to relax as several stubby, strong fingers groped his rump through his slacks, rubbing at his ass, pushing deeper and deeper towards the valley between the cheeks. It took everything he had to not lash out and to not have a small panic, particularly feeling it happen in public.

He looked over his shoulder slowly, hoping that it was a bit better with the whole stuttering of time that was going on in the building. He knew that if he showed too much resistance to that, he'd be suspicious, but he also knew that he couldn't be too helpless.

Behind him was a crocodile, a big, stocky one that he knew was part of the enterprise here. Okay, well, 'big' was a bit vague, and definitely not enough to describe the mountain of scales behind him. Even though 'Denith' was shorter than Nor (5'9" compared to 7'1"), the crocodile stood almost nine feet tall, and would have dwarfed either one of them. His suit looked like it was on the verge of ripping, and he honestly didn't know how the big, broad man managed to get through the average door.

With a hint of desperation, he wracked his memories on this...humongous individual. The files that Lil had sent him were pretty extensive regarding the people that he might encounter, but this guy - Kayne Oneill - had a bigger file than most.

Apparently singularly aware of the time distortions in his business, willing to go the extra mile to keep things running well, less dangerous than the average super. However, very lecherous, and known to take advantage of his employees and their confusion in the time warps that run through the building. A predator of sorts, but able to be manipulated if you know what you're doing.

That was the extent of the Dane's suggestions about this Kayne guy, and 'Denith' realized that he was still waiting for an answer to the question. An employee, or a customer?

"I'm the new guy, just got hired this morning," he said, nodding his head and - reluctantly - pushing his ass back a bit into the crocodile's hand.

"Heh, good to see some new...talent," Kayne said. "What's your name."

"Malek. Um, Malek Denith."

...That's the best...oh, god-dammit.

It was bad enough that he had to call himself by the civvy name, but with his best made-up name just being the names reversed? That was just sloppy, and inexcusably so. He would need to go into some training when this was all over, make up for all the sloppy work that he had done thus far. He was this close to botching it half the time, and he had no idea of how he was going to get Lil to believe that this was not his fault.

Thankfully, the lie was good enough for Kayne, or at least, his ass was. The brown-furred mule hid a groan as those stubby fingers worked his ass over, rubbing along the crack and then between them a bit, going so far as to almost push the fingers into his pucker through his clothes. He certainly felt the fabric denting just over his hole.

"Well, you certainly bring your own...qualifications, Malek. Why don't I give you a tour, and you can see some of the stuff that we do here? When we're done, I'll take you up to my office for a proper entrance interview."

He had a horrible feeling that would mean that he would get fucked up there, but he knew better than to complain. The last thing that he could do was risk his position, his disguise. If hew as going to make this work, then he needed to sell this Malek Denith role with everything that he had. If that meant pretending that he was eager to get screwed, then he would just have to do that.

"Alright, sir. I'm willing to do anything that's required for this job."

"Heh, that's the spirit. Everyone here needs to do anything they can to keep their place, and anyone that does anything less? Well, there's always someone else willing to take their place..."

The crocodile guided him around with that hand on his ass, and it took everything that the mule had to keep from slugging him. This whole trip to this Novus Ager had turned his world on its head, forcing him to see himself as a bottom when he knew that he was a top. No matter how many times he was made to suck cock, no matter how many times he got fucked, no matter how many ghosts put him through cartoonish moments of stretching and self-rimming...

Okay, the self-rimming had been fun. He'd be the first to admit that, and there had been that dream last night of going back and trying to negotiate a bit more fun with the ghost in a way that wasn't quite so...weird...but that was the exception to the rule. He was a top, and there was no one here that was going to convince him otherwise.

But he went along with it, not moving his ass out from the crocodile's grip, not doing anything that might look like he was fighting against the sort of fun that they could have together. He needed to look willing. More than that, he needed to be willing.

They walked through the accounting floor, and more than once, he watched Kayne reach out and grab someone else's ass, rub someone else's crotch. It was always when the time ripples were passing through, always when someone wasn't going to notice it happening, and it surprised him how well the crocodile could time it.

Of course, he threw in a few moments where he stopped, going completely still when the ripples passed over him, and that meant that he was completely vulnerable to the different gropes, as well. One time, when a ripple lasted for nearly thirty seconds, he felt Kayne's fingers sliding into the back of his pants. One rough digit rubbed over his hole directly, pushing against it, testing his tightness.

Thankfully, he had managed to meditate and get his hole back to a nice, tight state after the rimming that he'd gone through, but he knew that wouldn't last long if Kayne had his way. The crocodile would throw him over a desk somewhere and open it right back up again, and this time, he was pretty sure that wasn't going to be cut short by some strange bit of luck.

Just a bit longer. Keep your eyes out. You'll find what you need to find soon enough.

That was what he hoped, at least. He honestly had no idea what was waiting for him in this brokerage.

They finally reached the elevator, and Kayne, 'Malek Denith', and several accountants piled in. The whole thing was awash with chatter...for the first twenty seconds or so.

Then the world froze, a stronger time ripple hitting them. Kayne grinned, and held a hand out in front of the mule, moving his fingers back and forth in front of 'Malek's' face.

He kept his expression frozen, not giving away that he was still aware of what was going on. The crocodile chuckled.

"Excellent, just like the others," the reptile said. "He's going to fit in here just fine...and I'll fit in him just fine, too. What an ass on that ass..."

Smack! The fingers left his rump, but that hand definitely left him shaking. Nor didn't let himself show any reaction, even though a part of him wanted to reach over and just rip Kayne's hand off at the wrist. God, what he would do if he had the freedom to really cut loose right now.

However, it was the crocodile that had the chance to cut loose right at that point, and he was definitely getting into it.

Nor watched as Kayne grabbed the wider-hipped, hairless sphinx in front of him, pulling the other male's pants down. The crocodile's fingers spread those cheeks, showing off a pucker that had obviously gotten a great deal of use over the years. It hadn't gaped, exactly, but it was almost as stretchy and rubbery as his own hole had been after Toroid had gotten to work programming it to open up. He blushed slightly to himself, and hoped that it wasn't too visible as he watched a pair of scaly fingers prod the hole open.

"Seventy-two...seventy-one...seventy..."

He realized that Kayne was counting down the seconds as he rapidly finger-banged the sphinx's asshole. The crocodile was actually counting the time that he had left to get his fun, and he was doing it surprisingly efficiently. Even as the croc's cock started to rise in his pants, the big guy was keeping to business, making sure that he wasn't overextending himself.

Guess there's some sort of professional reason that he keeps his job, if he can actually keep track of things like this...

And for all that the mountain of a crocodile was a bit of a sleeze, he obviously knew what he was doing. It didn't take long for the sphinx to start to shake a bit in the time freeze, his cock bulge getting ever more apparent as the crocodile hammered his prostate with fast-moving fingers. The chubby rump quivered and shook from the anal assault, and all the while, Kayne continued his slow countdown.

"Forty-five, forty-four, forty-three..."

Nor watched with his eyes as carefully narrowed as possible, not daring to shift his own expression. The power that the crocodile had over his employees was surprisingly extensive, to the point where he could just have his fun however he liked. Those fingers were moving faster, harder, deeper, plunging into that pucker over and over again, making the sphinx rattle a bit against the other people in the elevator. That bulge was getting stiffer and stiffer, too, getting nice and hard, and the world rippled slightly around them as the time warp started to weaken.

Yet, the crocodile kept pushing it, adding a third finger to the pucker stretching, Kayne ignoring his own hard-on as he stared with deep concentration on what he was putting the hairless cat through. Slap, slap, slap went the crocodile's palm against that bare ass, pushing him right to the edge.

"Three, two..."

There was a soundless orgasm right before the one. The sphinx didn't even stiffen, too locked in his own time stutter, but he did cum, the stain spreading through the slacks, darkening the crotch -

"One."

And in a flash, Kayne yanked the sphinx's pants back up, pulled his hand back, and the world changed.

Everyone was stepping into the elevator again, as if time had rewound itself a bit, stuttering back to a different point. They rose up the elevator again, this time without something to slow them down, but Nor felt something different this time. It was as if something should have happened that didn't, something that had been avoided. He felt almost like...like there was a weird phantom pain in his side.

Looking to his left, he saw some security guard wrestling someone to the ground in an elevator that was going down just adjacent to them. A super that had been knocked down, someone...

Someone that had a bit of fire in their hand.

Nor raised an eyebrow, and he wondered if something had been reset that had kept them from being hurt, kept some sort of attack from happening. That was so out there that it almost seemed utterly impossible, but at the same time, he couldn't help but wonder. This was Novus Ager, after all. Very little seemed to be truly impossible.

This time, there wasn't a problem on the way up, but he was aware of the way that the world felt completely different. Previously, there had been this tension in the air, something that made him feel like something was going to go wrong. That had disappeared, almost like the sudden arrest down there had changed the world a little bit, shifted things from being on the verge of catastrophic.

If they had been shifted, that was. He still wasn't sure if it had happened or not, if it was his imagination or if that was reality.

The mule clutched at his front pocket, feeling the little keycard that was buried in there. He still had to find the right place to use that, but according to Lil, and according to all the other information that he had gathered, this was the place. He just had to find the right spot for it.

The elevator opened up on a larger floor, this one looking more like a floor of records. Kayne pushed him forward with a chuckle, making him go through the little aisles between the filing cabinets and computer servers.

"What's with all the hard copies?" 'Malek' asked.

"We double-up on everything. After that time that someone tried to bomb the place with an EMP, we decided that we needed up to date paper records, too. It's not as completely accurate as having the up to the second digital record, but at least this way, people don't lose everything if the computers go off-line."

He could imagine that, but already, he was seeing stutters, little things that were off. He saw papers that literally rewound themselves into the printers, then came out with completely different information printed on them. He could see the servers warm to the point of glowing slightly, only to suddenly stop, reset, and start again, showing no sign of what they had been going through.

His mind was starting to slide, he realized, his interpretation of the world around him getting harder and harder to maintain. It was like he was seeing two different realities, and then three, then four, little ghostly images of people doing things that were fading as their reality became less and less correct compared to the continuing timeline around him.

The sensation was not particularly pleasant, and he was starting to see why everyone else could be held in that sort of time-stutter and correction routine. They would get sick, even a bit crazy, if they were constantly exposed to this, having to guess which one was real and which one was not.

He was almost thankful when another warp went through the room, freezing everything in place. Almost immediately, Kayne jumped off of him, moving to a Rottweiler that was already half-bent over his desk. The canine's pants came off, and the nine-foot-tall reptile pulled his cock out, rubbing it between the dog's ass cheeks.

"Three-hundred-thirty, three-hundred-twenty-nine..."

Somehow, Kayne seemed to know the exact timing of every warp. He didn't know how the crocodile had figured that out, as even he didn't feel anything different from this warp and stop compared to the last one, but he knew that this one must have required something bigger to change, something bigger to shift if it needed that much time to make it happen.

This time, it was a bit more uncomfortable, considering that he was standing on one foot and his other was up in the air. Just like with clothes, his shoes really didn't make him very comfortable. On the plus side, his Denith form didn't have hooves, which was a hell of a lot better than dealing with the tri-toed things that the Nor of this world had. At least he had that much going for him.

The mule stood there, trying not to shake as he balanced on one foot, watching as the crocodile rammed his dick up the Rottweiler's ass. There was no sudden shift in balance there, no gasp, no moan, nothing that showed any awareness that the dog was being fucked in the slightest. All that happened was that the dog stared straight ahead, his tie flapping slightly as he was rutted from behind.

Kayne, of course, was showing all kinds of pleasure. The crocodile loomed over the smaller canine, his cock looking like it should have been splitting that ass right in two. There was nothing to stop the big guy from having his fun save for the time limit that he was operating under, and that seemed to be completely feasible for the big guy.

They were down to the one-hundred-fifties as Kayne started picking up speed, big scaly balls slapping against the Rottweiler's ass, the crocodile hilting with every thrust. Nor did his best not to blush again, his cock wanting to get hard, but thankfully held down by the tightness of his pants. He was able to maintain some sort of innocence, his deception seemingly holding firm as he kept staring into the distance.

Yet, the sounds of the fucking really did tempt him. He wondered if he'd be able to resist the sort of temptations that this place offered if he was in Kayne's place. Somehow, the mule doubted it, though he did hope that he'd be better than the rough reptile.

Suddenly, at about twenty seconds, Kayne seemed to slow down. He paced himself, holding his thrusts right on the edge. He seemed to be huffing and puffing a bit, grinding right into that pucker. Was he...edging? Why would he be slowing down when he only had a few seconds left?

Nor didn't understand, but watched anyway. The Rottweiler's cock was already hard and shown off in those slick pants, the front soaked with pre-cum and cum, but the crocodile hadn't cum just yet. If anything, he was -

Then at five seconds, he sped up. Thrust, thrust, SQUELCH. The sudden stop, the sudden orgasm was loud enough to hear from where he stood, and so was the cumshots that were dribbling out of the dog's ass.

Then time rewound again.

They were getting off the elevator, and he could see the Rottweiler at his desk again. The dialogue was happening once more, and he automatically responded to it with the same words that he'd used before.

And yet, despite that orgasm, Kayne's fingers were still rubbing his ass all kinds of possessively.

Did he get his libido reset?

That was kind of impressive, actually; if the time warp managed to pull everything back a step, that meant that the crocodile had timed his orgasm so that he would still be as horny as possible when he was pulled back, but have the memory of that sort of satisfaction. It was...actually, quite the interesting manipulation of that sort of time ripple.

"As you can see, we are quite productive here," the crocodile said, his fingers sliding more and more between the mule's ass cheeks. "I think that you could be a good record-keeper, too, particularly with your...presentation..."

The image of the Rottweiler bent over, getting railed without even knowing that there was a dick almost as big as his forearm jammed up his ass, sent a slight shiver down his spine. He could very easily become someone like that here, someone that didn't know what was going on, who was getting fucked on the daily, who might think that he was in charge of his own life but wasn't. Even with everything that Lil had done to help him see the real reality underneath everything else, he didn't know if he'd be able to hold out forever.

The fact that nobody seemed bothered by it helped a little, but not enough to make him want it for himself. It didn't matter that they were happy. He wouldn't be.

Kayne led him through the room, those fingers edging ever closer to ripping his pants open. 'Malek' was allowing it, even pushing back for it, but Nor was just waiting for the opportunity to end this little charade. They had to be getting close, now; the androids had to be here somewhere, and when he found them...

They left the record room behind, going through the break room, one of the lunch rooms, and through HR one after another. Each one involved something else, something sexual, something rough and naughty from Kayne Oneill, and each time, the mule had to freeze, holding himself still as possible as he watched. Sometimes he was disgusted with the crocodile, and other times he was envious.

Mostly envious, he had to admit, considering the sexy fun that the boss was able to have with his subordinates. The more he saw, the more he knew that he wouldn't be able to resist doing the same thing to other people if he was in that position. He was one step away from it already with his magic dick, and if he had this way of keeping people from becoming total addicts and disrupting his life...

Well...

In HR, he got the proof that he needed that nobody really understood what was happening to them in the time warps. As they walked through, one of the managers walked up, waving a file over her head. Kayne and 'Malek' turned to look at her, and she waved the file in Kayne's face.

"We need to talk, sir. There's a complaint here about a weekend trip one of our workers took with you."

"Really? What sort of complaint?" the crocodile asked, smiling.

Nor knew why he was smiling, too. The next ripple was already coming, and this time, he could almost see it. Kayne must have gotten very good at feeling them, too, because the crocodile was completely relaxed about it, while the vixen was shaking the folder completely ignorantly of the impending freeze.

"He says that he's getting divorced because you fucked him. Sir, if this is true -"

Flicker. It was frozen again, and Kayne hummed as he took the folder from the vixen. He delicately tossed it into a shredder, looking down at his knuckles. Nor heard him count down from three, and then the world flickered back.

The vixen was on the approach again, waving her hand, but this time, there was nothing there. She walked up, started to say the same thing -

"We need to talk, sir. There's...there's..."

And then it was gone, her knowledge of the event, and possibly the event, as well. She blinked a few times, then shook her head.

"Sorry for disrupting you, sir. I swear I had something..."

"It's alright. Another time."

He might not be the one doing the disruptions, but holy hell is he taking advantage of it...

As they left HR - though not before Kayne got another round with one of the smaller, twinkier cats that were working at the edge of the room, ramming his mouth full of croc-cock - the mule knew that he was on borrowed time. The minute that they got to Kayne's office, he was going to be fucked, hard.

Where is that android...

Up a flight of stairs, and the crocodile no longer had to be so subtle. Those fingers were running just past his waistband, one of the thick digits rubbing right over his asshole. One was right about to slide in, too, pressing against him, testing his tightness, just waiting for another of those flickers of time distortions to make him more willing.

"You're going to fit in just fine," Kayne said. "In fact, if you're so willing, I might just have a special position upstairs."

"What kind - ah - of position is that?"

"Oh, I'll fill you in on that shortly..."

Up two more flights, and they were there. The door opened, and they stepped out onto the carpeted floor just outside of Kayne's office. Waiting for them there was a sheep secretary, covered with enough wool that it was impossible to know if there were horns that had been trimmed down or no horns at all. The top they wore was unisex, and again, the wool interfered with figuring out if there was anything there at all, or if it was just the wool pushing the shirt forward a little bit.

All of a sudden, Kayne pulled his hand back, smiling and leaning down to give the sheep a kiss on the cheek. It was completely out of character for everything that the mule had seen so far, and one eyebrow just about jumped off his forehead as he watched the crocodile fuss over the secretary.

"It's good to see you again, Ms. Bell. Do you have everything you need? Everything going alright?"

"Everything is fine, Mr. Oneill."

One of Nor's ears twitched, picking up a different sort of note in her speech. There was something there, something -

That was it. It was almost impossible to hear, buried under the professional tones in her voice, but there was the slightest of southern twang in her voice, something that jumped up and made him think of the minotaur back in the warehouse.

Android?

Possibly. There was only one way to find out, and if he was wrong, then he would be kicked out of the building. But if he was right, and he didn't do something now, then he wasn't going to have time to actually do it later. He was going to get fucked, again, and he didn't want to give in one more time.

Grabbing for his pockets, he pulled out the keycard that he'd gotten from John-James's place. He held it up, and said the same phrase that Lil had told him to use.

"It's only a matter of time."

And just like that, the biggest time warp yet happened.

Everything around them just stopped. The clocks were frozen in a flicker, half the digital bars showing, half on, half off. The dust particles in the air were suddenly visible - had he been breathing in that many? - and even Kayne was frozen.

But not the sheep behind the desk.

She stood up slowly, a strange energy running down her body. Wool changed from white to steel, looking like an elegant version of the steel wool that people used to clean metal tools. Her eyes flickered, rotating and tightening, becoming artificial, and steel horns popped out of the side of her head, slowly rising up as if from internal holes. When she spoke again, her voice was more southern, yet at the same time, more modulated, as if coming through an intercom rather than a real throat.

" What business do you have here?"

"...I'm here to see the man in charge," he said, holding tight to his disguise for a little longer; there was not much chance that the sheep's boss would be fooled by it, but one never knew. It was worth a shot. Regardless, it was time to meet someone that, up til now, he had only heard the name of. "I'm here to see Holt Ferry."

" Come with me."

The End