I blinked and scanned the room, finally twigging to why the room felt familiar. It was my apartment, super-sized. The couch, rge enough that I might get lost between the cushions, never the less sat only a few feet from the foot of the bed. The kitchen, piled with empty muffin trays from the big box mart, while featuring vaguely eldritch looking appliances, were all in the same pces mine were. The walls were painted with pastel rainbow of colors instead of rental apartment off white, but they were painted. No rough pnks anywhere. She even had a picture hanging on the wall, although the figures within them hurt to look at.

  “Something wrong?” Xianta asked, the low tone of her voice suggesting that there better not be.

  I shook my head and scrambled off the bed, walked around the couch, and moved the bags onto the coffee table between the couch and the entertainment center. Xianta stood up on the bed and stepped over the back of the couch. She bounced down onto the cushion onto her knees, precisely as I do once in a while. Then she crossed her legs, which I never do, and watched me with expectant eyes.

  Feeling a bit like I was at a job interview, I unpacked the bags. I babbled a bit about each time, telling her a bit about the contradictions that each outfit presented. She paid me close attention even as I waxed poetic about how the punk leather outfit was undermined by the addition of the bell colr. Not that I expected her, the mistress, to wear it. I just thought it was neat. She smiled at the ultra fem, white and pink ensemble as I expined about the innocence it projected. I had less to say about the more mundane sets, I thought they’d go nicely with her bck and white patterning.

  Then I got to the tiger striped panty and bra set, I abruptly ran out of words. She already had stripes, adding orange to that probably wouldn’t look good at all. “Uuuh,” I stalled for time and dredged up some reason for buying them. “Had to get at least one animal print cuz, well mortals like to project a wild animal through their clothing and…” I trailed off, that smirk, that one she had worn the moment before she’d abandoned her cultured poise for that of a horny wolverine, had reappeared on her muzzle.

  “Try that one on for me.” She said.

  “Uh, but… they’re not for me. They’re…” I sputtered as her eyes narrowed. Still I pressed on. “I don’t… wear. This. I’m uuuh…”

  “Come here pet. Now.” She pointed at the floor before her.

  Gulping hard I stood where she indicated.

  “Kneel.”

  I did so and found myself eye to teat with her udder.

  “Drink.”

  I hesitated only a moment before my lip sealed around her thumb and a half thick teat. Liquid shot into my mouth, sweet and thick, yet it fizzed violently on my tongue. I swallowed it down. The instant it hit my stomach, the world around me flickered. I took another gulp, then a third, before releasing the teat to csp my stomach. It churned with the bubbling milk, I half expected it to come back up but instead the fizzing sensation escaped into my torso, bringing with it a muzzy warmth that caused my muscles to lose strength. Xianta caught me before I flopped against her legs and drew me into her p. I managed a feeble moan.

  “You were doing so well. Completed your first task.” She whispered softly, and a heard a soft click from below my chin. My arms and legs felt heavy, as if they were made of something far more inert than muscle and bone. She continued, “But when I tell a pet to do something, I expect it to be done.”

  “Ungh.” I groaned affirmatively. The fizzy warmth filled my head now, making it hard to think. Why hadn’t I just slipped them on? I’d been naked since she pulled me from the Bck. I couldn’t remember a reason.

  “Lets give you a reminder, shall we?” She chuckled in my ear, reached down to my crotch and gently gripped my pathetic cock and balls. With a tug, they peeled away, leaving my nethers smooth and featureless.

  I squeaked in distress.

  “These are no fun all used up anyway. You should thank me for taking them.” She said.

  “Thaaaann uuuuu.” I slurred back.

  “Good pet.” She cooed back, “I’ll fix them and maybe I’ll even give them back to you at some point.” Slipping an arm beneath me she stood from the couch and brought me over to the bookcase and its assortment of potions. She tapped a curved orange fsk with her hooflike nail. “In the meantime I know just the thing you need.”

  Clink Clink Clink.

  A half dozen eyes opened within the murk of the liquid, a single bubble rose from the depths of the bottle to the surface where it popped with a snap of a question.

  “Yes to all those things. Its time to give up what you owe.” Xianta uncapped the fsk and made a grabby motion with her hand. The eyes squinted at it, gnced once up at her face and then closed. The liquid inside began to bubble furiously, the fsk shook as if it might explode, then with a squeakpop a single something erupted from the narrow neck of the fsk. Xianta snatched it from the air and held it within her fist.

  “Sink is over there empress, show yourself out. I have more important people to attend to.” Xianta turned both of us away from the shelves of bottles.

  “Waazzzzat?” I asked.

  “A has been who thought she could best me. Now she’s a never-was. Never you mind her, I want you to focus your eyes on this.” She opened her hand to reveal a bck ball flecked with gold within in its fleshy texture. “Understand that this is mine. You are not to touch it without my express permission. Your second task is simple, you are to obey that rule until I call you back here. Fail this and not only will you be punished, but I will give you a much more difficult task in its stead. Do you comprehend me?”

  “Uuh huh.” I answered, not understanding in the least. Questions slowly slinked through the bubble that filled my brain, but before a single one reached coherence, she pressed the ball to my empty crotch.

  First it was warm, then hot, Hot as it moved into my flesh. HOT. HOT! HOOOOT!

  “You may touch it.” Xianta said.

  My arms broke free of their stupor. My hands spped to the area, my only thought to rip what felt like a shard of burning red metal from my body. But touch brought sizzling relief, a pleasure far greater than the momentary pain. My fingertips glided along a cool wetness within a deepening trough of flesh. Stroking up and down unfurled new pleasure as it grew, extending tendrils out into my hips. My fingers had sunk to the second knuckles when it squeezed down on them, the pleasure compressed briefly before exploding out through my legs and torse, causing me to buck out of Xianta’s arms. I tumbled onto the couch. Panting, I pulled my fingers from between my legs, they trailed a strand of clear fluid. I traced it back to the rge bck lipped slit that now existed where my cock had been.

  “What? Why?” I cried out in confusion.

  “Now you can wear those panties without an unsightly bulge.” Xianta said, not concealing her amusement. “That is why you refused, yes? Would you like additional assistance in filling out the top?”

  “No!” I jumped up from the couch, snatched the tiger patterned fabric from the coffee table and hurriedly stepped into it. The high-waisted panties hugged my hips. Not pausing to think about the snug fit, I grabbed the matching bra. This I struggled with, initially getting my arms through the wrong straps in my haste. My second attempt I got it right. The rge cups fpped against my ft chest as I turned back to her.

  She stroked her chin, her head tilting first one way, then the other as she examined me. I waited for her judgement, arms spread and an alien ache growing between my legs. Not quite an itch but an insistent awareness of the pleasure waiting to be unlocked by the stroke of my fingers or, even better, Xianta’s.

  “Turn.” she commanded, tracing a little circle in the air with her finger tip. I did so and she made a soft, “Oh,” of surprise. “It has a tail hole already, isn’t that delightful? You may take off the bra for now.”

  Relieved, I fumbled with the csp before tossing the bra onto the coffee table, then stiffened as the warm weight of her breasts settled on my shoulders, enveloping my head.

  “You have nice, manly chest.” She whispered, pcing her palms against my pecs. “And we should appreciate what we have in the moment, because when you channel chaos, a moment is all you have.”

  Her touch bid me to lean against her, mere contact with her made the ache of my new organ double and I felt fresh lubrication meet the cool fabric of the panties. “I… It wants, your touch, mistress.”

  “Course it does. It knows who it belongs to.” She slid one hand down my small paunch and slid her finger tips just under the waist band of the tiger printed underwear. I spread my legs in the hope those fingers would inch just a little farther. “Do you want my touch pet?”

  “Yes!” I gasped.

  “Very well.” She purred, her lips mouthed my ear as her finger dipped down and curled up into the slit, into me. The parting of my flesh brought a dizzying ecstasy. It flew up my spine and locked my back into an arch and all strength fled my legs as her thick finger moved slowly from side to side within me. Wrapping an arm around my torso, she lifted me from the floor. The movement caused her to brush a spot near the front of my slit that triggered an electric shock. Again my body spasmed from the sudden wave of pleasure that ripped through me, along with a stranger sensation in its wake. Almost as if my sex took a deep breath and filled not with cum but with a fizzy energy, Xianta’s magic.

  “Its alright, I have plenty.” My Mistress paused, her nibbling to whisper as her finger pushed deeper into me, the internal cavity lengthened to accommodate it. Then that fizzy energy coalesced at the spot that triggered the orgasm, swelling something there, a pearl within the pussy lips.

  “There, every proper pussy has needs a clit or two.” She said, “Now let's fill that hole in your panties.” Her thumb swiftly found that pearl, started rubbed it back and forth. Each touch triggering a shock. I grabbed hold of her arm and screamed into her fur as something inside me crackled and popped within the orgasm.

  She took her hand away, and I shivered at the sudden sensation of emptiness. An unthinking whine escaped my throat as sat down on the sprawling couch. Her gentle ugh calmed me enough that I released my grip on her arm and allowed her to reposition me on her p. I curled up into a near fetal position and breathed. I still ached for more, but as I reached for my sex she captured my hand.

  “No pet. Your task begins now. No touching until I come for you tomorrow evening. And you better be wearing those panties after all the work I’d done to make them fit. Oh, one more thing, if those fools at the MDA discover us, our game will end, but don’t fret, I don’t abandon my pets.”

  I nodded, mumbled that I’d be a good pet and fell into sleep with my head on her pillow soft breasts.

  MisterNibs