A Topsy-Turvy World Ch. 05

Malcolm and Tanya had a great time at the reunion and when they announced both their engagement and that they were expecting, everyone was not only ecstatic, but very supportive. When his mom had taken Tanya aside, he could already see the wheels turning in her head with plans for the wedding and the baby shower. By the time they got back home, it was late and they were exhausted.

"Ahh, it's good to be home," Malcolm sighed as they got off the elevator and through their front door. "What do you think Tanya? I relax for a week or two before I call my cousins about that building and start my business."

"I say that's a good idea. You need the time off after being run into the ground the last few years," she replied, setting her bags down. "Should we unpack now?"

"Nah. I'll get it in the morning," Malcolm yawned. "You've got to work tomorrow and you need all the rest you can get." He yawned again. "Man, if I wasn't about to fall over right now, we'd be having some fun right now."

"Save it for tomorrow," she replied softly, yawning herself. "I'm going to bed. You coming?"

"I'll be right in once I check our messages," he told her, kissing her on the cheek and gently swatting her butt as she went by him.

The first few messages were mostly just telemarketers and one reminder to pay the water bill. The last one was from Max; he wanted him to come in in the morning. After the machine told him there were no more messages, he went to the bedroom.

"Anything important?" Tanya asked as he went straight for the bathroom.

"Aside from a reminder about the water bill," he called out while he was using the facilities, "Max wants me to come in tomorrow morning. I'm not going to take the job if he offers it, though."

"I'd be surprised if you did," Tanya answered as he came back out naked.

"Enough speculating," Malcolm said, holding her close. "Let's see what tomorrow brings."

She just smiled before she tucked her head under his chin and went to sleep, Malcolm close behind.

The next morning, they were a little early arriving at the office, Malcolm in his best clothing and Tanya in a casual business suit. After giving him a quick kiss, she took the elevator up to her floor. Malcolm went to the front desk.

"I'm here to see Max Joneson," he said politely.

"Yes," the receptionist said when she found his name in the appointment book. "Go on up. He's expecting you."

"Thank you." A quick elevator ride later and he was going into Max's office.

"You're early," Max said when he noticed him come in. He came out from behind his desk and shook his hand. "I wasn't expecting you to come until lunch."

"I rode over with Tanya. Figured I'd get this out of the way so I could get back home to clean a little."

"Please have a seat," Max said, going back around to sit in his chair. Malcolm complied with his friend's request.

"So, what's this about?" Malcolm asked. "If it's about offering me a job, I'm sorry, but I'll have to decline."

"And what would the reason for that be?"

"I'm going to go into business for myself as a carpenter. I'll mostly do custom furniture, frames and odds and ends at first, then move up into houses. Some of my cousins are going to lease me a building in the city and one of my sisters-in-law are getting me some supplies at cost to get me started."

"Well, I'm glad to see that losing your job isn't slowing you down. That's not what this is about. I received an...interesting e-mail, yesterday afternoon concerning your old boss, Jeffrey. Do you know anything about it?"

"I might," Malcolm said, doing his best not to smile. "What was in that e-mail?"

"Take a look," Max replied, turning his computer monitor towards him. On the screen was a video. It was a little out of focus, but it was easy to see it was of Jeff bent over a stack of boxes in a supply closet, pants down around his ankles. Sam from editing was behind him, wearing no pants and screwing Jeff violently. Jeff was whimpering in either pain or ecstasy and Sam was grunting as quietly as he could, slapping Jeff's ass between thrusts.

"Who's my bitch?" Sam asked Jeff in a whispered growl, giving him another hard slap on the ass.

"I'm your bitch," Jeff replied in a high voice that sounded like it should be coming from a young girl. "God, fuck me harder! I love it when it hurts!"

Malcolm did his best not to laugh when Jeff dragged his shirt off to reveal a white corset. The video ended after a couple more minutes and Max turned his monitor back towards him.

"There are some pictures too, but the video pretty much sums it up," Max said, his voice a little shaky. "Since yesterday was Sunday and I was the only one in the office, no one else has seen it yet. Then again, I imagine that won't be true in a few minutes. You're sure you didn't post this?"

"I assure you, sir, that it wasn't me," Malcolm said, a smile starting to break through. "All I can say is that a certain ex-girlfriend of Jeff's was quite intrigued when she found the video and pictures on her digital camera from an anonymous source."

"Isn't Teresa from Layout Jeff's last conquest in order to get the prime spots for some of his ads?" Max asked.

"I believe you are correct, sir," Malcolm said, unable to stop from grinning.

"Well, I'm glad that's settled," Max told him as he stood up again. "I haven't had breakfast yet and I don't need to here for a few hours yet. Care to join me?"

"Sure thing, Max," Malcolm said getting up. "Let's take the stairs. I need the exercise.

"Your call," Max replied.

About halfway down, they heard some loud noise on the floor below them. When they got down to the floor, they went through the door and found they were on the floor Malcolm used to work on. The noise they'd heard was from everyone laughing so hard, most of them were on the floor, holding their sides. He could see on one of the nearby computers that the video of Jeff and Sam was playing. A minute later, Jeff stepped off the elevator.

"What the hell is wrong with you simpletons?!" Jeff yelled. "Get off your asses and back to work!"

"Sure thing, sir," someone said through their laughter, pulling themselves up. "Is your corset white today? Or did you decide to go with black to match your suit?"

This caused Jeff to pale out until he was paper white and everyone nearby to start laughing again.

"What the hell--" Jeff said, coming around the guy's desk to look at his computer. When he saw the video, he went from paper white to beet red. Going to a few other desks and seeing the same thing, he looked up, furious.

"Hey boss! Do you want to be my bitch?!" another guy called out, causing more uproars to explode.

Jeff looked around, finally noticing Malcolm. He came straight for him.

"You!" he shouted, his voice cracking. "You did this! I'll have your head for this!"

"Whoa, take it easy there, Jeff," Malcolm said calmly. "I may think you're an ass-kissing bastard that has a stick up his ass that was out to get me ever since I showed up here, but I wouldn't do this. Now, Teresa from Layout, she's a different story. I bet she's got a few bones to pick with you. Maybe if you're lucky, she'll shove them up your ass and twirl them around for you. Or does it have to be a guy for you to get anything out of it?"

Jeff's face got a shade darker, and Max was fighting to hold back a laugh.

"You're going to be sorry," Jeff growled, getting an inch away from his face. Malcolm grabbed his arms and pulled him closer.

"This will show you to never fuck with me again. Believe me, you don't want to see what I've got planned if you do. Well, maybe you do." Malcolm shrugged. "It's your call."

Jeff stumbled back a few steps when Malcolm released him. Jeff raised a fist and shook it at him before turning to go to into his office.

"Get to work, you slackers!" Jeff screamed, his voice cracking until it was identical to the girlish shrieking on the video. Everyone in the office went into another fit of laughter before finally going quiet and getting to work. Max and Malcolm decided to use the elevator. Once the doors were shut, they both busted out laughing, Max doubled over and holding his ribs. They didn't stop laughing until they got into Max's car.

"Ok, seriously," Max said, wiping the tears from his face, "how did you get those pictures? I know it was you."

"I borrowed Teresa's camera to take some pictures for a presentation," Malcolm answered as he put on his seat belt. "I was on my way to take it back when I went by that closet and heard what was going on. So I snapped the pics, switched the camera to video mode and after a few minutes, switched back over, put it back on Tanya's desk along with a note about the extra pics and video and telling her not to use it yet, that I'd owe her. I paid back my favor by setting her up with her latest boyfriend and I called in my favor the other day before I left my parent's house."

"Talk about slick, my man," Max said. "So how's your family doing?"

"They're great. My brother, Nathan's children have went through the Change. And my other siblings apologized to me for how they treated me when we were kids."

"Whoa. That's pretty heavy."

"Oh, I also proposed to Tanya. She said yes and she told me that she's pregnant. We're going to have a family."

"Congratulations, Mac," Max said, giving him a pat on the shoulder. "When's the wedding?"

"With the way my mom hogged time with Tanya before we came home, I'd say...tomorrow."

Max laughed, wincing from the soreness in his chest from the fit he'd had earlier. "Good one. Now, seriously, when's the wedding and am I invited?"

"Probably in the next month or two would be my best guess at the moment. And of course you're invited. I've got to have a best man. And who better than my best friend?"

"Thanks, Mac. It's an honor," he replied, pulling into a restaurant parking lot. "Now, let's eat."

After a delicious breakfast, Max dropped Malcolm off outside his apartment building. He went upstairs and cleaned the apartment thoroughly. Unfortunately, it didn't take long due to his habit of clean-as-he-went. Once he was done, Malcolm went out, got some flowers, chocolates, massage oils, everything he needed to make a romantic night for him and Tanya. With plenty of time to still pass, he even went to a spa that specialized in morphs and got the full treatment. When he finally made it back home, he had only a couple of hours before Tanya came home. Setting his bags down, he cracked his knuckles and got to work.

Tanya let out a sigh of relief as she got on the elevator in their apartment building. Everybody got a hell of a laugh from the video of Jeff. But that didn't stop him from trying to make her job that much harder. He wasn't her boss, but he had his ways of keeping her swamped. Luckily, her boss told her he would keep him from doing it again. She really hoped Malcolm had dinner ready. There was no way she could do much of anything. When she got off the elevator and through the front door, she couldn't believe her eyes. There were several bouquets of beautiful flowers all around the living room. Candles were lit all over the room and soft music was playing.

"Welcome home, gorgeous," Malcolm said as he walked out of the kitchen. He looked amazing. His fur was well groomed and glossy, his hair and nails were trimmed. He was even wearing a new, black kilt. "I hope you're hungry. Dinner's ready."

"What's the occasion?" she asked as she walked into the kitchen to see a candlelit dinner for two set on the table, a bottle of what looked to be wine or champagne on ice.

"To celebrate our engagement," he replied, leading her to the table and pulling her chair out for her. He kissed her on the lips before sitting down himself.

"This is so sweet, Malcolm," Tanya said, "but I don't think I should have any wine."

"Not to worry," he told her, showing her the label on the bottle. It was a sparkling cider.

She laughed a little as he popped it open and poured them each a glass. He asked her about her day and listened to her intently while they ate. He finished before her and while she continued to talk, he pulled her feet into his lap under the table. Taking off her shoes, he started rubbing and massaging her feet. Even after she stopped talking, he kept rubbing her feet for a little while. Malcolm then let go of her feet, got up and walked over to her, offering her his hand. She took it and allowed him to pull her to her feet. They stepped out into the living room and Malcolm pulled her to his body and started to dance. It wasn't anything elaborate, just a simple slow dance. It was wonderful. Nothing was said while they danced. They didn't need to talk. When the music ended, Malcolm turned the stereo off, and then blew out the candles, throwing the room into total darkness.

"Don't want to risk burning the place down," Malcolm said when he returned to her side.

He led her to the bedroom where she got yet another surprise. The bed had been remade with fresh silk sheets and pillows. Malcolm turned the lights down low, standing behind her. He leaned over and kissed her neck, slowly undressing her. Once her clothes were discarded, he picked her up and laid her out in the bed, on her stomach. Malcolm stripped and climbed into bed beside her, setting something on the bedside table. She looked to see a few bottles of massage oils on the table. Malcolm picked one up, got some oil on his hands and put it back. Tanya couldn't help but moan in sheer ecstasy as Malcolm massaged the day's tension out of her back and shoulders.

"Damn baby," Malcolm grunted as he worked out a knot in her lower back, "What did you do to get these knots? Move all the files in the archives to a different floor?"

"Thank Jeff for that," Tanya sighed, shuddering as he started on her feet and worked his way up her thighs. "He ran me ragged with stupid errands all day. My boss said he'd keep him from doing it again, but I've got a feeling he's not done yet. You don't think this is starting to get out of hand?"

"No," Malcolm replied. "I promise that I won't do anything stupid. And I swear I won't let anything happen to you or our baby."

Tanya jumped, moaning loudly as Malcolm gently spread her legs open and rubbed her dripping sex. She slowly rose up onto her knees, working herself against his hand. Letting out a low growl, Malcolm leaned forward and licked her slit from front to back. Doing it one more time, he laid on his back under her and pulled her pussy down onto his face.

"God, that feels so good," Tanya groaned, stretching her arms up over her head.

Malcolm reached up and started squeezing her breasts, pinching her nipples gently. Tanya's hips moved back and forth on his face, riding him slowly. Lifting her up to breathe a minute, Tanya looked him in the eyes and gave him a sexy smile. He smiled back, but then grew puzzled as Tanya turned herself to where he was looking at her butt.

"What are..." he began to ask, then groaned as he felt her lips close around the head of his aching cock. Malcolm stuck his tongue as deep inside of her as he could, twirling it around. She squirmed on his tongue, taking his whole dick into her throat.

"Oh, Jesus...Tanya," he moaned, pulling himself away from her pussy as he bucked into her mouth. He was unable to concentrate on what he'd been doing while Tanya had the entirety of his throbbing meat down her throat, her tongue flicking around the base of his arousal and even managing to peek out and tickle his tight sac. He gave short, sharp thrusts into her mouth, moaning and growling the whole time.

"Tanya...I'm about to cum," he gasped, hugging her body to him.

When her efforts were doubled, he got lost in the sensations. With a loud groan, he made one last lunge past her tonsils and came hard, his eyes rolling back in his head as Tanya swallowed, the rhythmic tightening of her throat causing him to jerk with every contraction. His whole body shook as she kept sucking, keeping him hard and slowly bringing him back to the edge again. Gently pulling her off his stiff pole, he turned her around and kissed her passionately.

"Get on your hands and knees," he whispered, gently twisting her nipples.

Tanya did as he asked, rolling off of him and getting on all fours, her ass tilted up.

"You're so amazing, Tanya," he purred as he slowly entered her from behind. "I love you so much."

"And I love you too, Malcolm," Tanya moaned, pushing back against him. "Oh god...if I didn't know better....I'd swear you keep getting bigger every...ohhh...time we do this."

He chuckled a little, leaning over her body to kiss the back of her neck. "What can I say? I never got this hard before you. You're the sexiest woman in the world."

He cupped and squeezed her breasts as he pulled her up onto her knees, up against his chest. Turning her head to the side, he kissed her while fondling a breast with his left hand and rubbing her clit with his right.

"Oh, god! Yes! Ohhh...." Tanya cried out as she convulsed in his arms. He let out a growling purr as he continued fondling and thrusting into her. When she came back down, she leaned up and gently bit his ear.

"I need it harder, Malcolm," she whimpered in his ear, "Please..."

"Anything for you, love," he replied, kissing her cheek before letting her drop back onto all fours. Grabbing hold of her hips, he slammed into her hard, pulling another cry from her throat. As he began his jackhammer assault, she lowered her torso to the bed.

"Yes, yes, yes!" she groaned with each thrust, "You feel so good. More..."

"And you're my little slice of heaven," he sighed, picking up his pace to meet her needs.

Leaning forward to rest on her back, Malcolm pulled himself closer to her, thrusting into her so hard, the slap of his balls on her thighs echoing through the room. Tanya screamed as she pushed back at him as hard as she could, her sex tightening around him as she came again.

"I love you," he whispered, making one final lunge and cumming even harder than before. It was so good, his knees went weak and fell onto her back, panting heavily. They fell onto their sides together, Malcolm still buried deep in inside her pussy and still filling her with his seed. When he finally stopped and was spent, Tanya turned around in his arms and kissed him.

"Thank you for tonight," she sighed.

"You're welcome," he replied. "Always remember I will do anything to make you happy. Anything."

"I've always known that and I will never forget it."

And with that, they fell into a blissful slumber.

Malcolm woke up hours later, the room dark and Tanya lying beside him, fast asleep. He yawned and was about to lay back down and go back to sleep when he heard what woke him up; a knock at the front door. Hearing it again, he got up, put on some clothes and walked out into the living room. The knocks came again, much more insistent and urgent sounding.

"I'm coming, I'm coming," he barked, a little annoyed a being woke up at such a late hour. He unlocked the front door with a jerk and opened it.

"This had better--" he began to snarl when he saw it was Nathan and Zoe on the other side, each of them carrying one of the girls.

"Sorry to wake you, Mac," Nathan said, shifting on his feet nervously.

"That's ok. I can nap during the day if I really need it," he said, stepping aside. "Please come in."

"Thank you," Zoe sighed as they entered, "It's been a rough day."

"Please sit," he told them, gesturing to the living room. "Would you like something to drink?"

"No, thank you," Nathan and Zoe said, sitting on the couch, each of them holding one of the girls. Both girls were asleep, their new tails twitching. That's when he noticed the faint smell of smoke and the singe marks on their pajamas.

"What happened, Nathan?" he asked softly. His brother remained quiet for a few minutes, watching his daughter sleep.