When agent Boon discovered that Floyd was long gone through the semi hidden entrance, calling him mad was a bit of an understatement. While he didn't threaten the employees directly. He told everyone present that he would be taking a hard look at everyone's file once our manager was apprehended. So, I heard secondhand, I stayed in my department for the remainder of my shift.

  Afterward I went home. Xianta wasn't waiting for me in the mirror. I considered once again going after Freddy but hesitated, fearing that would only result in a comical chase scene. I procrastinated the decision by making my first dinner in my apartment since I'd starting carving Xianta's name into the mirror. Just a frozen pizza. My ongoing feminization did not turn me into a marvelous cook. I had a feeling that Rasahaka’s did not do many of their own chores, at least traditionally. As I ate my very bnd peperoni pizza, I heard a faint sound coming from the mirror. Sobbing? I put the st quarter of the pizza aside and approached the mirror.

  "Xianta?" I called out.

  No answer. Although the sound stopped. Tentatively, I did that little thing with the threads in my chest and tapped the mirror. Its surface rippled invitingly and I stepped through. She wasn't in the apartment reflection, but I still felt a sudden tension around my neck. The colr, it was like the fine threads that connected me to Freddy and Floyd, but this was a thick chain that bound me to my mistress. It wasn't physical, but my new ears heard its heavy jangle as I walked, hanging sck beyond the keen of mortal perceptions. The mistress was not pulling me to , but she knew I was here. Opening the door of the reflected apartment revealed that rickety wooden bridge.

  I walked down to the deck to the creek of wood and as I pce my foot onto it heard a buzzing giggle and burbling voice filled my ears. "So, you think you can repce us? We who have protected her for millennia?"

  I looked down at the deck to see shining fluid seeping up between the floorboards. A pseudopodium reared up and ringed my ankle. With a hiss, I kicked out, scattering the fluid across the deck.

  "I guess I came at a bad time?" I turned to flee back up the bridge, only to find a web of bck ichor and accusatory eyes blocking my path. "Xianta!" I called out.

  "The mistress is indisposed." A second voice buzzed from somewhere, this one I recognized, Jasper, the strange first mate who first greeted me on this ship. I cast about and saw a lone figure standing by a mast. Hoping he would offer some measure of shelter, I booked it toward him.

  "Awww what's the matter Kitty? You don't wanna py with us?" The first voice burbled and made a buzzing giggle that made every hair on my tail stand up. I ran behind the lone figure and its tricorn hat. Back at the rope bridge, fluid continued to reach up from the flooring, strands of it knitting together in to the vague shape of something quadrupedal, its body bullet shaped and eyes swarming in the opalescent ichor.

  "I'm here to see the mistress!" I called at it over the shoulder of the figure in the hat. "Not you! Whatever you are."

  "We are," a choreus of names erupted from the mass, the individual names blending into an incomprendible morass. "We seekers of pleasure, seekers of power, seekers of knowledge. We are your future in service. The inevitable." The creature charged, its liquid legs carrying its body as a wave carries a surfer.

  "Caaaw!" The figure in front of me drew a cutss from within its shadows and sshed the gleaming bde through the air. The motion revealed the blunt parrot beak in the shadow of the hat.

  The creature of shiny liquid halted just outside the reach of the sword. A maw opened at its front, dispying white serrated teeth each the size of my hand. "Jasper. Stand aside, join us again." It said as others within it burbled, "Please stay this time. We miss you."

  The sword trembled but did not lower. "Caaaa, the mistress desires this one stay separate. On this ship, joining the many is inevitable as the death we once feared. But as we once said of the reaper. Not today, maybe tomorrow. Tomorrow will be another today. Caaaaaw'k."

  Countless eyes narrowed. "Fine, let this one see the mistress. We warn you, sister, that we would be gentler than her." The beast suddenly lost any trace of cohesion and spshed down to the surface of the deck, spreading across it as water might. Both Jasper and I took a few steps back to avoid the eye filled liquid from washing over our toes. It giggled and buzz as it flowed through the cracks between the floor boards and disappeared.

  We were silent for a time.

  "Thank you, Jasper." I said.

  "Here we can be anything, but once you forget who you were, you are little more than possibilities that fill a vessel." He said, without turning to look at me. "There are enough bottles filled with the forgotten here. You have reminded me of shape. It is not my own, but at least I remember the waves."

  "Uuuh... You're welcome?" I hazarded.

  "Seek the mistress. Remind her of what is forgotten in the depths of the chaos." He said, pointing at a close hatch with his sword.

  Confused, I went to it as directed. When I looked back, he'd vanished like a ghost. Shaking my head, I pulled open the hatch. Asking the ship of a Duchess of Chaos to make sense was probably asking for too much. Jumping down into the hold, I found myself in a simir hallway I'd found the first time I'd entered the ship. Bare wooden beams and rough pnk walls, lit by oil mps that flickered feebly. Unlike before, I came to intersections where I had to make a choice where to turn. At each I consulted the direction of the invisible chain. It led me down stairs and into what had to be a sort of cargo bay. The walls were repced with precariously stacked boxes and barrels that the path twisted through. Then at some point the stacks grew more orderly, the ancient crates repced with pstic wrapped pallets.

  I smelled the sweet scent of what could only be... blueberry muffins as I recognized the red painted steel that make up the pallet shelving at Big box mart. That soft sobbing drifted through the stacks that definitely curved more than they ever did at work, followed by heavy wet snorting of copious amounts of snot. Still, the chain guided me ever closer, the strength of its pull increased with every step. Until I finally emerged to find her, in that strange royal mockery of my apartment. Xianta sat on her giant couch, pillow clutched to her chest, glowing tears streaming down her cheeks while her eyes were fixed on the TV I'd sold her. Scattered around her, on the floor and on the cushions beside her, were dozens of pstic muffin containers.

  She gave no sign of noticing me as I crept out from the stacks. It was as if her apartment had been plopped directly in the center of the big box warehouse. I didn't recognize the movie or show she watched, but the lightning suggested some sort of gothic romance.

  "Mistress?" I whispered as I approached the arm of the couch, she sat the farthest from. She didn't answer, continued staring at the TV and pulled a towel sized tissue from a box next to her and blew her long muzzle into it with the force that rival a jet engine and set my ears twitching in discomfort.

  "Why do mortals make love soooo sad?" She asked afterward, her voice dripping with sadness and choked on fluid.

  Since she hadn't so much as gnce my direction, I assumed the question was rhetorical. Yet I couldn't resist the pull of her, redoubled with the sight of seeing her sad. My fingers itched with the desire to comfort. My foot nded on one of the empty pstic cm shell containers that once held muffins and it produced a pstic crackle. At that, Xianta's head swung towards me and her lips peeled back to reveal her gleaming fangs.

  "Love should not be sad!" she said, the words intermingling with a growl. "I love you pet. Why do you make love hard?"

  I've heard and received those words a few times in my life before, the “I Love you,” part. They've never really worked out but I can't say I've seen them delivered from lips while the eyes of a person were full of murder. So, I was perhaps less articute than usual as I backed away slowly.

  “M-m-mistress! I… uh, love-” My clumsy foot kicked another pstic container, and I gnced away. The moment my eyes left Xianta I felt a rush of air around me and a huge hand struck my back, smming me to the floor.

  "Do you doubt my love?" Xianta's flipped me over, allowing me to stare up at her snarling glory. She pinned me down by the elbows and looked down at me with eyes that burned with purple fmes. The leaping embers leapt from the eyes and ignited the very air around her head until they too opened into an eye. They formed a halo of floating eyes around her head. Power crackled between her long bck horns like electricity and three more eyes opened within the jagged streams of energy. These each had swirling irises of red and gold. Beyond the peacock fan of eyes, something else moved, obscuring the sky or ceiling of this pce. Dark sail like wings, poputed with patterns of feathers that rippled as water. They stretched ever outward, reaching beyond my comprehension. Terrifying in her vastness and impossibly beautiful.

  "nnnnNo m-m-misstress." I whimpered beneath her. Each of her gleaming teeth reflected my face's open mouth fear and awe as they loomed closer. Her huge breasts pressed down on my chest. enveloping my torso as they slid to either side while her heavy, warmth udder molded itself to my legs.

  "I love you, pet." She growled, her voice shaking the floor beneath me. Between my legs, I felt a smooth kiss of her pussy lips enveloping mine. Anatomically it shouldn't have been possible, but my mistress had stopped being constrained by such things as she began to thrust against me. "From miles away, I sensed your eagerness. On this filthy rock of fear and lust, your scent shined."

  "Maaaah, Maaaaah!" I moaned, completely helpless beneath her, as her sex didn't only rub but rotated around mine. It pulled at me, sucking me in as a giant mouth.

  "I will give you my love." She whispered as something, no, many somethings, slithered inside of me. Long and slender they didn't just whipped against my inner walls but painlessly sewed themselves through them, possessing me. Fizzy pleasure rose through me and flushed away any sparks of pain as she moved, churning my innards with her. Even as the bliss fluttered through me, the now familiar itch blossomed anew. A maddening, itchy heat that made me cry out like a feral feline.

  "Please! Meeerrrwwl-triss!" I pleaded, trying to rock my hips up against her over whelming weight.

  "I love all of you. All you sad little sparks who dream of being fmes." Xianta's movement grew stronger, pulling me up an inch from the floor through our strange intertwinement and smming me down again and again and again. Each time a new rush of pleasure crashed over me like a wave. Over me Xiantia's many eyes narrowed, her hot breath grew bored and glistening ichor leaked out between her teeth.

  Powerless, I could only whimper as she took me. A tiny spec before her. This goddess had chosen me. "Love you. Love you. Love you." I mouthed with every alien thrust.

  "Fill you with... my love. Fill you... entirely. Mine." Her eyes focused suddenly, boring down on me with blinding brightness. Then slowly, a sensation surged into my loins. Not a cock but a whirling tornado of lightning and ice! Anger and Happy mixed together in an impossible blend. Pleasure and pain whipped through my body as my muscles spasmed. Were I not restrained, I would have danced like an electrifying chipmunk. The maelstrom churned within me, constrained by my inner walls, I felt my body try to sip at the power and my little tail grew down between my legs but too long, too fast. Soooo good to let it all flow. Flow away. Beneath her bulk my flesh spread outwards, seeping into her thick fur and across the floor, loosing cohesion.

  My belly swelled with my scream as it split into a chorus of babbling voices. "Yes! No! Impossible! Help! Too Much! Not enough! Mercy! AAAAAAH,"

  I felt myself melting away beneath Xianta's manic gaze as even as I sprouted new eyes to behold her. My form reflecting hers. The memories of the bottles of eyes, Jasper and the hungry amalgamation he had defended me from bubbled up. I cried out, mouths opening all over my body to voice a single word:

  "Nooooo!" This was too soon! I couldn't flow down into the bowls of Xianta's ship. Not yet! I fought against the chaos she filled me with, reaching for solid form.

  Gavin Trebic! I seized my name and brandished it against the chaos. A mild mannered retail worker with a secretive streak, half heartedly probing the edges of magic not caring if it bit him in the ass or not. The name cracked and broke in my mental grip, shards of identify swept into the whirling winds of the mistress's chaos. Xianta's eyes burned without mercy, like hundreds of suns. My many mouths burble and gargled as my teeth melted into a sweet tasting custard.

  Reaching, I found the only thing I had left, the Rasahaka, the tigress. A fierce feminine form that slipped unseen through the world until it was time to unveil her teeth and cws on the behalf of her mistress. Strong enough to withstand the many affections of her mistress and ruthless in answering her own needs. The chaos inside her does not consume but fuels her. I pulled her stripes around myself. I, a rasahaka with no name, let the remains of Gavin Trebic fall into the malstrom of my mistress's love and squeezed with every scrap of will I could gather. The chaos inside me fueled me.

  One mouth managed to spit out the remains of its teeth. With it I spoke, "I am your Tigress. Pet and servant."

  Another, "I accept your love!" No human would withstand it but a lesser demoness could. The second mouth merged with the first as my body began to remember a shape.

  "I give you my love." A third mouth said, joining with the second and first. Its tongue, my tongue ran over sharp predatory teeth. Slowly, I forced the storm that the mistress thrust within me into the confines of my womb and canals. My arms and legs reformed, still trapped beneath her massive breasts and ox strong body. Her snarl became a grin as she drove herself into me. I rode her storm and she rutted me with the strength of a continental shelf. She cut off my screams with her tongues, devastating me with pleasure. Time slipped, but I contained her, As her pet, I had no option but endure and accept this savage affection. Love that would destroy buildings and neighborhoods. My heart sung with joy that it was mine.

  "I love you mistress!" I howled out when she finally granted me breath. Over me, I saw a singur smile.

  "You are a very good pet." She purred happily, and I heard a sharp click from my neck. "Your mistress is very pleased."

  "Did you come mistress? Did you... aaaah." My words turned soft and fuzzy as she pulled herself from me. Leaving me with yawning sense of emptiness inside me.

  "Someday perhaps, but you are still far too human to hold my egg." She cooed, picking me up from the floor. As she cradled by my limp body, I instinctively tried to tch onto her mouth filling nipple but she shifted my head away. "You've had enough of me for now, time for you to hunt some prey before I allow you my milk. Drive yourself closer to completion."

  "Completion?" I asked. Tiredness slurred the word, this was no muzzy afterglow though. Each breath brought a greater awareness of my body and how much it hurt.

  "Does that look like a proper Rasahaka to you?" She tapped my nose to get my attention and pointed at the now darkened TV. In it, I saw our silhouette. Xianta sat on the couch and held me on her p. I rested against her udder, my head lean against the center of one breast. While my tail flicked zily against her thigh, far longer than it had been and my stripe patterned fur coated my legs, my over all shape had changed little.

  "No." I answered my mistress truthfully. Still, so much of the cowardly man I'd been remained in the outline of that reflected shape. It hurt to look at.

  "Don't be disappointed pet," Xianta chided lightly. "You mastered the chaos that flowed through you. It has changed you far more than you know. Now you can steer your own evolution. Sculpt yourself. You second lock has been opened. You are equal to Jasper in his youth." She pet me and I purred happily, warm in her embrace and affection.

  "We are ahead of schedule." She rumbled, her thick hooflike fingers toyed with my tail. "Such happens when you wield chaos and change. I had thought to teach you to hunt tonight, drag you through it on a leash. Gavin would have squirmed so deliciously when I force him to take a bite, but you're not Gavin anymore."

  "No mistress." I answered automatically. The old me sat crumpled and dirty. I remembered being that man but I saw him for what he was, a hollow shell, a seed from which I could grow from. He couldn't stop himself from walking down the road to my birth despite his fear because this had been his purpose along.

  "My you are an arrogant little thing." The mistress' ugh tore me from my thoughts and I looked up at her suddenly, my fur bristling at the realization that she knew my thoughts. Mistake, every vertebra in my neck cracked with motion and pain blossomed from the bones.

  "Easy pet." Xianta stilled her ugh to a near silent chuckle, which rubbed her breast against my cheek. Her long muzzle bent close and she kissed the top of my head. "You have discarded your old name, but he is not gone and until you earn your new name, you must wear it as an ill fitting cloak."

  "What must I do?" I asked.

  "Rest for now." She said as she picked up the remote and turned on the TV. "For tonight, let us simply appreciate the chaos you've seeded into your little world."

  I looked to the TV to see a totally unexpected face on it. Floyd, my store manager, stared back.

  MisterNibs