I am a creature of routine. While my body more or less recovered from creating those three innocent looking letters on my mirror by the time my arm when off, my mind took longer. It neared noon when the caffeine of who knows how many cups of coffee finally mixed with the notion of danger and sparked my brain to thoughts beyond the automatic.

  Two things burst into my awareness. First my dick and ball were really sore and second there were two people in front of me.

  “Hey Gavin, I’d like you to meet Agent Boon.” Floyd’s pstic smile was so tight that it threatened to crack the man’s entire face in half as he gestured to a man of average height and medium stubble. He wore a watered down brown trench coat and square rimmed shades in the dimly lit break room. He extended his hand toward me with a casual too cool for school indifference.

  I took the hand more out of reflex than conscious thought. “Hey there.” I said as neutrally as possible. My mind pawed through my dull memories of the st few hours, trying to discern if this was a scheduled meeting or casual encounter I was free to exit.

  “Good to meet you Gavin…” He said, I think he purposely pitched his voice an octave lower than it normally sat. Releasing my hand, he pulled his phone from his pocket and scrolled through a list. “..Trebic?” His eyebrows went up.

  “No retion.” I said, suppressing an eye roll. If he asked me to answer him in the form of a question, I’d be duty bound to throttle him.

  “Course. Course.” He said, not looking up from his phone, tapping something with his thumb. “It doesn’t appear you have had a registered serious encounter with the supernatural before, so that makes me your caseworker. You work tomorrow?”

  “Uh… yeah. Temporary caseworker right?” I asked, a slight quaver entering my voice.

  “So long as I close the case within a couple months and determine there have been no lingering effects.” His chin lifted, and I sensed that he was looking at me for the first time. “Otherwise, we’ll have to set everyone up for yearly evaluations.”

  “But that’s a distant possibility.” Floyd jumped in, speaking rapidly through his pstic smile. “I’m sure everyone will be honest with agent Boon here and we can clear this up without anyone getting their permanent records marked.”.

  I nodded in agreement. For a host of reasons, I’m not fond of Floyd, but I felt for him a bit in this situation. If he got beled fey touched or something, his career would be over. If his record was squeaky clean, he might be able to cling to his job, but he’d never get another promotion. Technically discrimination against magically active or magically twisted individual was illegal, but that hadn’t stopped much.

  “You working tomorrow, Mr. Trebic?” Agent Boon asked me.

  “Yeah…” I answered with the same enthusiasm I have for a speeding ticket. He gave me an appointment for tomorrow morning right after the shift started, and after that I was able to feign that it was good to meet him and escape back to the floor.

  I had just honed in on a stock of monitors that needed refilling when I heard a “Pssst!”

  Freddy hunched at the corner of the home appliances, his face flushed and eyes ping ponging around like a cat watching a fly.

  “Did you see him?” He asked in a breathy whisper.

  “See who?”

  “The MDA asshole!”

  I shrugged, “Yeah… got cornered in the break room. Got an… intake interview tomorrow morning.”

  “Listen, were friends right? Good friends. We help each other right?” He spoke with a squeak of fear, and a single drop of sweat snuck out from his thinning hairline.

  I squinted up at him, Freddy is not hard to freak out, but I’d never seen him this riled before. Scanning down the aisle I took a step closer.

  “Yeah, we’re friends. What’s up?” I asked.

  “He’s gonna ask you about me. Just don’t mention the fishing alright?” He said, biting his cheek.

  “Sure…” I nearly asked why, but I stopped myself. If he wanted his hobby hidden from the MDA then it probably had something to do with magic. Surely, I couldn’t be the only one that knew he had that hobby but reviewing memories, it occurred to me he really only talked about it much at the bar. Talked endlessly about it at the excellent dive, but only very occasionally at work.

  “Thanks, if there’s ever something you need. You let me know.” Freddy smiled and strode to his own department to leave me stewing in questions. That was now two things I’d have to lie to agent Boon about tomorrow. Xianta and Freddy’s fishing. I mean, Freddy’s hobby was far more minor of the two. The Agent was looking for Xianta for some reason or whatever bit of reality she twisted.

  Xianta… My heart quickened as st night repyed, blood surged to my loins but instead getting a stiffy, the soreness redoubled into actual pain. I nearly doubled over. I had to hang onto a shelving unit to stay upright as I focused on breathing. The pain continued to climb, briefly flirting with boot to the balls levels before declining down a discomforting throb. I speed waddled to the bathroom, locked myself in a stall and dropped my pants.

  What I saw between my legs rendered me momentarily mute, probably a good thing because otherwise I’m pretty sure I would have screamed like Car does when she sees a mouse. Given what had happened test night, I had expected to see lots of angry red skin, maybe even a bit of bruising too. One does not ever want, nor imagine, their manhood to be accurately described as shriveled. Yet, my poor cock’s skin wrinkled like a defted balloon. Its usual inch diameter dwindled to the width of my finger. The state of my sack was far more dire, it hung as fp of flesh with two small lumps within it, each ball the size of a lima bean.

  Xianta’s voice came back to me. Another well we can draw from.

  She’d used me up. I prodded my diminished equipment gingerly, sore and tingly. Would it come back? It had to come back, right? Xianta would fix this. Surely, she’d done this accidentally. What if she refused to fix it?

  I ughed at myself; the sound echoed around the stall so loudly that I covered my mouth. after all what did I expect trying to start a retionship with a chaos demon, not to get burned? It had probably been an accident. I’d ask her to promise to fix it before I carved the final rune tonight. If she refused, then we were done. I’d be perfectly happy to be the sub to her dom, but I needed to establish some firm ground rules. Withering my dick was a step too far. Pulling up my pants, I resolved to focus on the task, her task. Just complete three of her tasks and I’d have my own magic. Then I could quit this job, become a wizard and build my own tower on a cloud. Invite Freddy up sometimes to go sky fishing or something. Show Car how much potential she hadn’t seen.

  A giggle leaked out between my fingers.

  Oh very good Gavin, I scolded myself. All you need is for that MDA agent to hear you making sounds like that and the next thing you know is being pressed up against a cold iron sb at a MDA decontamination facility.

  “I can giggle if I want. I’m consorting with a demoness, that’s not exactly sane and rational.” I whispered back.

  But she’s a nice demoness. Nobody who gets that excited over blueberry muffins can be all bad. The MDA just wants to maintain the status quo. They’ll cut down dryads and cull unicorns when they can get away with it.

  I had a point. Either way, I had to get through the workday without raising any suspicion. First step… back to work.

  After grabbing a few advil from the staff room, I returned to the floor. My lions tingled constantly like a numb limb, but I took it as a positive sign. There wasn’t much chatter from co workers, most did their jobs with a sullen demeanor. I did see Freddy again until I was ready to clock out. He waved me off when I offered him a ride.

  Then I remembered I hadn’t picked him up either. I guess he got his license back yesterday? Anyway, I had a task to do. I drove to the mall and beeline it to Sarah's Secrets. The sale women greeted me warmly, and I only experienced a trace of awkwardness as I wandered through the store’s selection of ce, sheer and cotton under things. Imagining Xianta wearing any of these things didn’t work. Business women and housewives shopped here. This was only one step up from the pedestrian crap at Big Box Mart. Xianta wanted creativity. I knew where to find that.

  The Wild district.

  Put a ghetto full of fey Touched and the Las Vegas strip in a blender, add a hefty sprinkle of illegal magic and you might wind up with the Wild district. Its the pce hear a mermaid sing, try to drink a troll under the table and get car jacked by a gang of antlered seabirds. All in the same trip, if you were lucky. It was also the only pce in the city to buy clothing with pre-cut tail holes.

  Crossing in to the district is not a subtle thing. Those weedy little trees that line the main streets turn into titanic behemoths that extend their tree canopies over the four to six-story buildings. We called it the Drag. Their trunks are so wide in pces that tunnels have been carved through them for pedestrians. The residents read the trees like street signs, but there are plenty of tales of tourists turning off the drag and disappearing. Rumors were that the MDA had entirely lost control and a true fey lurked beneath the twisting streets.

  Fortunately, I didn’t have to test those rumors. There were no shortage of shops advertising lingerie, sex toys and approved gmors, as if that was a thing that existed. I spotted one that looked slightly cssier than most, the Kinky Unicorn. Its sign featured a winking rainbow haired woman with the stereotypical spiral horn jutting from her forehead except it listed to the left like the tower of Piza.

  A bell chimed as I entered the shop and a cardboard cutout of the same unicorn girl on the shop’s sign urged customers to take the magic of the Wild district home to the bedroom. The shop’s racks and shelves offered a bewilder array of way to do that. From dildos and fleshlights molded from performers within the district, complete fantasy costumes that notably enabled access to the loins instead of covering them, and lubes that promised otherworldly experiences.

  I found myself staring at a mannequin decked out in leather gear, festooned with buckles, straps and stainless steel spikes. The low waisted corset let the breasts hang without support even while the shoulders and waist were protected with three inch long spikes. The four-inch ptform boots had styled chrome cat cws protruding from the toes. You could legit injure someone with this outfit by casual contact. It had fierce energy to it that was entirely undermined by the thick leather colr with a golden ball bell on it. Turned that punk mistress attitude to that of prickly pet. Touch her in the wrong way and you’d pay for it.

  “You’d look wonderful in that.” A bright voice intruded on my examinations and I jumped, staggering into a simir dressed masc styled mannequin and nearly skewering myself on the spikes of its cock cage.

  Laughing nervously, I steadied the wobbling model and looked for the source of the voice. I nearly died of a heart attack on the spot. I’d expected a fey touch woman, probably one with horsie bits.

  Nothing in this shop that prepared me for meeting a dragon. Now to be fair, she stood on two feet, was only about seven feet tall and a foot of that was her neck. Still… dragon. Not a cssic dragon either, no she had zebra striped pattern on her scales, along with burst of rainbow colors along the outlines of her body and mane. Four breasts bowed out the bck ridges of scales that guarded her front. Two leathery wings were tightly folded to her back. She wore zero clothing, and I found myself bouncing my eyes up and down her muscur curves.

  A white tentacle with a suckered club at the end snaked its way over her shoulder, through the air between us and gently closed my jaw. “So long as you buy that, you can look all you want.”

  The touch of the tentacle’s velvet like texture spurred me into full scale cringing embarrassment. “Oh! Sorry!” I quickly looked away, down at the shiny cws of the boots. “I’m not looking for myself. Just supposed to pick up an uh- s-selection of intimate attire for my… girlfriend.” I stammered like a kid on his first trip to the principle’s office.

  “I’d say this outfit qualifies.” She gestured at the collection of gleaming bck leather and shiny metal. “Is your girlfriend about the same size as you?”

  “Larger, much rger and she has a tail.” I said, the cwing pressure in my chest suddenly lifting and letting me breath. No, I wouldn’t be wearing any of this. Unless… I pushed the thought out. She wanted to appreciate mortal imagination. She might not wear it at all.

  The dragon woman cpped, her purple eyes beaming excitedly. “Ooh! We’re in the wrong section of the store! Alternative anatomies are upstairs. Follow me.” She carefully wheeled around, and I noticed she had not one but three thick tails extending from her lower back, each tipped with a bck tuft of hair. “I love it when partners dress each other! It's so much fun. Now how rge we talking here? We try to keep a wide selection in stock, but once you get my size, the selection can get a wee bit skinny.” She chatted amiably as I followed her to the second level, which traded the touristy bombastic style for a more quiet elegance. Not many toys or novelties, just racks of skimpy clothing of all colors and materials. “Do you have some measurements? Otherwise, it's a bit of a gamble and things don’t fit out of the box. That’s always awkward.”

  “She’s about a half a foot taller and…” A strange fizzy sensation rose in my throat and a stream of numbers and letters rolled off my tongue, the lie completing itself.

  The dragon woman went to racks of leatherwear. “Wow! You must py this game often. Sorry for teasing hon, I can recreate that look up here easily, paws that size won’t work with the boots sadly but I have some anklets that are nice and spiky.”

  “Fine.” Paw size? I thought, vainly trying to recall the measurements I had just spouted. Xianta had hooves but maybe those were interchangeable with hooves in the tailoring lingo of the fey touched? It didn’t really matter. Xianta said she could adjust it herself.

  “Now you said you needed multiple out outfits yes?” The Dragon woman asked, a pile of clothing clinked as she set it on a gss-topped counter.

  “Uh yeah.” I said.

  “Are you thinking in the same vein as this first one or a totally different style?” Her purple lips parted in a wide grin as her hands rubbed together.

  My eyes strayed to a frilly ce bra embroidered with hearts next to the counter.

  “Different it is!” She decred, and I found myself Shepard’d by a strong arm and a wing into a corner of the store so girly that it made my toes curl. Just being in that space had my heart fluttering a bit. The dragoness led me on a rapid fire lightning round tour of the outfits. “How’s this? Maybe this one? Ooh this is cute!”

  There a pattern of nods and head shakes, cy white leggings and gloves were combo-ed with a pink corset like thing with a heart-shaped opening for the tail. I had no time to imagine Xianta’s massive form filling the outfit before being thrust at the other departments.

  Yes. No. No. Yes. No. Hell yes!

  I reacted to her suggestions on near pure instinct. And when we were done I felt both out of breath and exhirated. In addition to the cey and spikey outfits, I’d added a red tex dress, a red rope bondage harness, several elegant bra and pantie sets of assorted colors and one tiger stripe bikini on a whim. Never done anything like that before. Most of the women I’ve dated were never interested in putting on a show for me. The mere possibility that Xianta might wear some of this stirred my abused cock for the first time all day.

  The bill was several multiples of my monthly rent, but why care about paying off debt when you're about to welcome a Chaos Demoness into your apartment? Into your life.

  All I had to do was write a st letter on that mirror.

  MisterNibs