“Xianta. Xianta!” I called out into the reflective gss of my closet door mirror. “Are you there?”

  No answer, just my reflection staring back at me, rubbing one paw over the other, petting myself. Even fluttering with nervous energy, I couldn’t resist exploring the sensation of having fur.

  “I’m sorry. I screwed up. I need you. Mistress please!” I pleaded with all my heart, but she did not appear. Maybe she was just busy? Surely a duchess wouldn’t be simply sitting on her ship, waiting expectantly for her pet to come back to her. Important chaos Duchess things no doubt. I pondered doing something else for a while and trying again. My pussy warmed at the idea, and I shivered.

  “Haven’t you gotten me in enough trouble?!” I shouted at it, then began to pace around my apartment, trying to think of something to occupy me. Yet the idea of masturbation suddenly dominated my thoughts. I could rub myself against the couch arm, hump a pillow. The remote would fit, but how would I hold it? What if it got stuck?

  I spped my paws over my face and screamed into their pads. Very soft and excellent at muffling my voice. Very nice paws. They had a pleasant earthy scent to them. Xianta gave them to me. They couldn’t be all bad. I peeled them from my face and examined them. Pretty stripes. Pretty and… I let one drift downward, slide over my thigh and slip between my legs.

  “Noooo,” With a surge of effort I pulled the paw away. Freddy would come and check on me tomorrow. What if I made it worse? He’d be disappointed.

  Forcing myself to stand, I stumbled back to the mirror and pced my paws against it. The heat between my legs fred, and I cried out with want.

  Beneath the pads of my paws, something shifted and gave way. Its surface rippled. My paws slipped through the mirror’s surface up to where the fur dwindled to fuzz at my wrists. A strange sensation spread through my chest, a tingling, a movement, responding the waves in my reflection.

  “Xiantaaaa!” I called out her name, remembering the feel of her fingers inside me, the strength of her arms, and sternness of her voice. The thing within my chest leap into the mirror, passing through my nipples like an electric shock. I half stepped, half fell into my reflection.

  I caught myself before I fell onto my bed on the other side of the gss. On this side I wore the tiger stripe panties and my colr. Nothing else. The room, my apartment seemed the same. All except the peep hole in my front door. Where mine shined with the bright light of the hallway, this radiated darkness in equal measure.

  A pulling sensation in my chest drew me towards it. Beyond it I heard the unduting creak of wood. It opened to a rickety rope bridge that sloped down to the deck of Xianta ship as it floated on a river of darkness. Below wooden decking grew from the back of a silver scaled serpent that had no end or beginning. Huge, luminous eyes dotted its side as I walked down the swaying bridge.

  The bridge initially connected to the deck, but as I approached its end, the pnks parted, drawing the bridge’s exit into the depths of the ship. I hesitated only a moment before walking into the darkness. My bare feet found plush carpeting beneath them. Four purple eyes twinkled in the distance.

  “Xianta!” I called out to her in relief and hurried my pace.

  “You are a strange pet.” Her voice rolled out of the darkness. “You return as failure but brimming with eagerness.” Light fred, so bright I had to shield my eyes. Blinking, shading my face with a paw, her dazzling beauty slowly came into focus. She sat on a grand throne composed of golden bones woven together by pulsing purple veins. A silver crown surrounded her curved bck horns that bore small white fmes instead of gems. Fnked by two searingly bright nterns atop crystalline columns. I walked across a purple carpet that led up to the foot of her throne.

  “Why shouldn’t I be eager to see you, mistress?” I shouted out to her, my voice echoing through the audience chamber. More than that, rows of seating climbed the walls, although no butts occupied them. Instead, artfully cut-gss bottles of all shapes, sizes and colors had been pced in each seat. Within all of them floated at least one eye, all of which gred down on me. Pets? Captives? Crew?

  Xianta barked a harsh ugh. “That eager for your punishment, are you?”

  “Surely this is punishment enough, mistress?” I wave my paw at her.

  When she merely smiled back, I swallowed and my little tail bristled, with every step closer the weight of her gaze increased. She slumped on her throne, lounged really, her long tail coiled around its side, tip curling and uncurling zily. Yet, her posture did little to hide the fact that she loomed two or three stories tall and everything about her had increased proportionally. The carpet stopped five feet in front of her and there I threw myself onto my knees. “I am sorry for disappointing you. Please forgive me.”

  “Do you promise it will not happen again?” Her words rumbled up through the ground.

  On my knees, gncing up at a pair of cloven hooves, each rger than my waist, my pussy clenched so hard that I squeaked. The warmth increased from ache to itch, as if it were trying to force me to grab it right in front of my mistress. I dug my cws into the carpet as my ass rose into the air.

  “I-I-I can’t promise that M-m-mistress.” I said, struggling to contain an inarticute scream of need. “Its… very horny.”

  “Fancy that, a Rasahaka’s sex being very hungry.” She ughed and this time the gallery audience joined in, burbling and tinkling.

  A Rasahaka? A tiger demon? She gave me a tiger demon’s pussy?! I stole a gnce upward and found her grinning down at me as if she might snatch me up and swallow me.

  “I don’t inflict you with such things without purpose, pet. Should you complete your tasks, raw chaos will be yours to command, but such ability would be useless without the strength to master the whims chaos inflicts. Had you resisted it, I would have returned this to you.” She opened her legs and lifted her udder. There jutting from the hood of her vagina sat a pale rod of flesh that I recognized as my cock! Comically small in her immense sex.

  A jumble of needs roared through my body, a void in my very being called out for its return as the tiger pussy demanded to be thrust upon it. “Mine!” I cried out, reaching one striped paw toward it. “Please mistress, you’ve made your point. I need it back. I won’t hesitate to do what you ask from her on out. I’ll wear whatever you wish me to.”

  “Pet, tell me why you need it back so badly?” She rested her chin on the knuckles of one fist as her other hand reached down to stroke the tip of my small manhood. I felt the smooth horn like texture of her finger tips as sort of floating sensation coming from outside my body. The damn tiger pussy burned in a wet envy.

  “Niiiingg!” I dug my cws into the plush carpet, trying to resist the urge to answer the pussy’s call for touch.

  “Use your words pet.” Xianta teased, “Perhaps I can be convinced.”

  “I’m a maaaaan?” I groaned. “I neeeed a cock.”

  “Thats easy to provide.” She grinned, pausing her stroking to fling a finger in my direction. Something nudged the lips of the tiger pussy and my body reacted on total instinct, smming down onto of it. It proved to be a long shaft that filled my internal space completely. Its cool surface quenching the itch inside me. I leaned back into a squat to see balls of sculpted stone below me. Csping my chest, I began to lever myself up and down this shaft. A stone dildo thrusted out of the shaggy purple carpet.

  “No- I…” My words trailed off as my body found the best angle for repeated impalement. My thigh burned as the pleasure built with each squat. I came with a grasping squeak that in no way equaled the torrent of bliss that tore through quivering flesh. Plush white fur swept out from the edges of the demonic pussy, coating inner thighs before sweeping over the outer parts of my legs in a familiar bck stripes on orange patterns. A pulling sensation on my spine accompanied swelling muscles in my legs. Yet, same as touching in the restroom, the orgasm provided no relief, only stroked the fming need hotter.

  “You were saying?” Xianta purred.

  I focused on my mistress’s grinning face even as my body, aided with new muscles drove, worked the shaft even faster than before.

  “I meeeeant I nneeed my cock. AAah ah!” I pled, trying to grind out a sylble between every gravity assisted thrust. “To beee yoour maaAAAAN!” An new orgasm wretched my jaws wide, turning the word into a scream. My legs spasmed, propelling me off the stone shaft, and I toppled onto the floor. Sharp cracks filled my ears as the fluttering of my muscles spread into my very bones. My hips pulled inward as my knees slid to new proportions. Pushing up to all fours felt odd and strangely smooth. I looked down between my arms to see four dark nipples on my belly and two completely feline legs resting on huge paws. I tried to stand, only to fall back onto the paws that been my hands. From the waist I down I had the haunches of an actual tiger, no trace of humanity remained.

  “Xianta!” I looked up to my mistress but only saw amusement sparkling among those purple eyes. “Please!”

  “Oh is that a bad angle?” She chuckled. With a flick of her finger, the stone cock swung up from the ground on a narrow pole of stone and slid perfectly into my slit. The arousal that surprise and horror had chases off returned instantaneously. I managed to still myself for a few mere heart beats before giving into the promised pleasure.

  “You’re very wrong pet. What you experienced a moment ago was the simple tendency for magically separated parts of a whole to desire unification.” Xianta expined to a patient tone as I bowed my head in the effort to shove the stone didlo deeper. Something about the anglewas off, it could quite reach part of the itch.

  “Rrraaawwwrl!” The animal noise rolled from my lips as a tiny ripple of an orgasm fluttered through my body. My spine stretched, pushing my paws to the very edge of the purple carpet. Fur washed over my arms and my tongue went dry as I panted. Worse than all that, the cock within shrank. I growled with sudden hunger. Wanted it, wanted to scratch that deep itch inside. Had to do it.

  “Course if you come a few more times you’ll be nothing but a tiger.” She said.

  “Hrrrrufff?” I asked. My lips weren’t working right. Lowering myself onto my elbows, I found a new angle to rock my hips back and forth along, providing a new sparkle of pleasure. Surely this would be something like that first orgasm. Relief from the itch had to follow.

  Xiantia’s face bent down towards me. “Female Rakshasa are somewhat a kin the more infernal succubi and incubi. They take a piece of their sexual partners every time they orgasm. Since you don’t have one, it's consuming your humanity, letting the Rasahaka essence fill your body. But there’s not enough magic there to create a Rasahaka so you’ll just be mundane Tigress. Too horny for a zoo but great breeding stock.”

  I had to stop, she, my mistress, was telling me to stop. But it felt so good, the stone tip sandwiching my pussy wall between it and my spine. A slow rock forward caused a rachet cck of pleasure. Just one more, one more and I’d stop. I’d be a good pet. Back… Forwards. Bend down, yes thats my clit! YES!

  The tingle flutter of the orgasm danced up and down my spine as I roared along with it. Then, maddenly it was gone, no afterglow, no rexation, just me and the need still itching in my depths. I sucked in a breath, far more than I had ever before as my chest swelled to contain it all.

  Xianta spoke, but the words were a simple river of sound. Stern. Should stop, I thought even as I ground against the cock, taking it all, stone balls and all. Anyone would be better than this stone dead cock. Freddy, I bet he had a nice big dick. Car, she could do the most marvelous things with her tongue. Even the damn Agent with his stupid square eyes had to be a better y than this.

  They weren’t here, while the itch, that deep, fiery sensation was. They couldn’t help me.

  “Rooowwwrrrow!” I pleaded to my mistress, take it away. She had to take it away from me. Otherwise… Well, maybe if I spread my legs and bent further down, there! Waggle my body and grind my clit across the hard smooth balls. Surely that would make me cum hard enough. I itched so bad. Rub! Rub! Rub hard! Low noises of pleasure rose from my throat. Close, closer. So closer.

  “STOP!” The voice of my mistress boomed my skull. The stone cock pulled from my sex with a wet pop.

  No! I whirled around, looking for the stone cock, but found it no where. Only a wet stain that smelled of me on the carpet. Pawing, cwing at it revealed nothing.

  Gradually, I became aware of ughter, a strange bubbling from the gallery on either side of me. Those strange shiny shapes vibrated with mirth. I growled at them, Roared! How dare they ugh! I’d shatter their fragile little bodies with one swipe. That long bck one might even be able to scratch my itch! I’d…

  My thoughts ground to a halt as I saw the expression of my mistress. The corners of muzzle bent downwards, her ears jutted out parallel to her head and each one of her eyes were narrowed to slits.

  I immediately id down and let out a low moan of apology.

  She rumbled words that I did not understand except for the st two. “Bad pet.”

  I covered my muzzle with my paws and watched her anxiously.

  Her top pair of eyes rolled back while the bottom remained narrowed. With a single finger, she tapped her udder. Rising, I walked off the purple carpet. Standing on my hind legs, I could just barely close my mouth around one of her teats. My mouth filled with the fizzy warmth and I swallowed it down.

  Understand. The word sizzled through my brain, connecting sounds to meanings.

  She reached down, curled a hand beneath my rib cage and lifted me from the ground. I found myself deposited on her p. On it, I was a mere kitten. She pet me, hand flowing over my body and down the length of my tail. Maybe she wasn’t angry with me after all? I growled encouragement, spreading myself out across her thighs. Yet, as I attempted enjoy the sensation and attention, the itch, the warmth, the need increased. When I could take it no longer I lifted one leg and curled up, intending to lick at my nethers but fingers blocked my way.

  “No. One more orgasm and your skull will squish out every wrinkle in that raisin you call a brain.” Xianta said. “As much fun as it would be to pop you into a zoo and see how many cubs you can squeeze out, that does not suit me at this time.”

  I rolled on my back and spread my legs and gave a soft rowl. Please.

  “Oh I will, but only after a good training session.” She smiled down at me. “It was foolish for me to expect you to have the will required. We’ll have to work up to it. The first step is exposure. What you are experiencing is the daily libido of a Rasasha. Once you experience their once a decade season, then this resisting this shall be nothing.”

  She leaned down so our noses were nearly touching. Her eyes widened, pulsing with energy that captured my gaze and held it there. In the haze of bzing purple, something spun. “Now pet.” She whispered, “I command you to go into HEAT.”

  MisterNibs