Navigating my tiny bathroom with a seven-foot, gravity defying floof chain attached to my ass proved to be a challenge. Even hugging it to my chest, I still swept the counter with the thing. I heard Xianta cackle as the various bottles and doohickies tumbled all over the floor. How was I supposed to become a powerful tigress with this cartoonish thing? Then again, Xianta's tail was even longer, and it gave her no trouble. Maybe I'd grow into it? I'd need to take more height. Would she allow me to get as tall as her? I shook the question away. The mistress could probably be as rge as a mountain if she wished. The tail wrapped around my waist nearly three times when I squeezed into the shower stall. It hadn't been roomy before and now I'd gained ten inches or so of height I had to duck to get under the showerhead. I used a bottle beled, "Shampoo for filthy pets that get all matted with their cunt juice." I wondered if old Gavin enjoyed the burning of his ears or the mistress had slipped that into my remade mind. There was far too much of him in my body, while my lower half had adopted my Raskasha pussy's femininity, my torso still screamed plump male. My face had shifted some, but it still resembled a feminine version of Gavin, not me. I had so hoped that the paw fuck would change me more, but it had only grown my tail.

  More than anything I needed tits, big, honking mommy milking tits. That thought occupied me as I thered up my fur and then rinsed, and rinsed and rinsed more to ring all the soap out of my tail. By the time I stepped out of the shower completely sodden, I wondered if would have been faster to groom it all with my tongue. Frustrated tears were welling up when I finally found a pathetic little air drier that an ex had left at some point.

  "Almost done Pet?" Xianta called through the doorway.

  "Nooo! Not yet." I called back momentarily forgetting to hold on to my tail. It immediately swung out and smashed its sodden mass into the shower stall. "Fuck ow."

  "Come here pet." Xianta said.

  I came back into the apartment and was surprised to see Jasper standing in the center of the room, beside him sat a bar stool. Xianta lounged on the couch. I paused there, staring at the parrot man, he looked even more... solid than our first meeting. His pirate costume was free of dirt, the golden cock cage gleamed and his feathers that covered his head and arms were an emerald green. He... actually only had two eyes. He held a brush in feathery fingers.

  "You'll need your own servants but you may borrow Jasper for now." Xianta gestured dismissively.

  "Thank you, mistress," I hurried and sat on the stool. Without a comment, he began to brush out my fur with the brush and wisps of steam rose along with it. I swiftly lost track of myself in the gentle pulling sensations. My eyes drifted around the room. I noted that no light shined through the peephole of the apartment's door. We weren't in the apartment, we were within the apartment's reflection. Then I started noticing other differences that were not so subtle. This apartment had an alcove beside the bathroom door, and in it sat appeared to be a hay lined stall. It had a metal half height door with a foot wide gap beneath it and what had to be a portable milking machine standing just inside it. Hooks studded the ceiling from which leather straps dangled. I stared at it curiously wondering what it could be for.

  A proud caw startled me.

  "There mistress, behold your pet." Jasper stepped away and fluttered his feathery arms at me.

  Xianta snorted, "That this indeed lovely. Trifle out of date, but it will do for now."

  I looked down at myself to fabric wrapping my body. A dress, well more than that, a gown. A summery blue skirt fred around me and pink ce decorated my sleeves and torso. My tail was netted in pink ribbon, like a fish net stocking. It felt unseasonably girly, like trying far too hard girly. My nails had also been painted a solid pink which seemed almost as bad as their natural color.

  "Ah, you don't like it." Xianta nodded, "You will wear it today, anyway. We have dawdled nearly too long. Others close on our quarry."

  "Yes mistress." I tried to bow at first, then grabbed the edges of the skirt and bent for an awkward curtsey.

  "Come now." Xianta stepped toward the mirror, her long tail curling around my waist.

  "Will that be all Mistress?" Jasper spoke just as Xianta ducked down to enter the mirror.

  "No, you will start preparing the bunks on the ship." Xianta said without turning around.

  Jasper squawked and fpped his wings, but Xianta stepped through the mirror before he voiced an actual compint. The mistress's tail cinched around my waist, lifted me from the ground and pulled me through the mirror without effort. We passed through my actual apartment and she didn't put me down until we were out in the hallway. I caught Jasper staring out at us, rge bck eyes clearly beseeching Xianta. She closed the door on that with a chuckle.

  "Will he be... okay, mistress?" I asked her as I was lowered to the ground.

  "Jasper is not your concern. At this rate you might just earn your third key, if you do, his retirement will be postponed. He has grown zy in his old age, a difficult task will be good for him. Focus on your own trials. Today I shall teach you to sustain yourself should you earn the right to become one of my permanent port of calls."

  To my surprise, Xianta steered me toward the driver's side of my SUV. I opened the door and immediately found myself at a loss. My huge tail wavered uncertainly behind me. While it defied gravity to an extent, floating above the ground as it followed after me, the thick vertebra extending from between my buttocks were real and solid. I watch Xianta circle around the car, assume her human guise and get in without issue.

  Tracing the glyph she'd taught me, I felt the magic, the humanity clothed my body in a fine membrane of magical energy. I felt no different. Nerviously licking my lips, I attempted to get in and was shocked when my tail just phased through the seat. I found myself sitting comfortably in the car for the first time since I'd grown a tail. I sat there a moment, blinking. That hadn't happened before.

  "If it didn't work like that then I'd have put holes in the roof of your car multiple times now." Xianta said, leaning back and buckling in.

  "I thought its an illusion." I said, closing the door.

  "So is all of what you call reality." She grinned. "Now drive pet. Take us to our quarry."

  Taking a moment to adjust my skirts, I counted at least three yers of fabric around my legs. I started the car. The mistress clearly meant one of the two threads I held. One led to Freddy, the other to Floyd. I assumed she meant the cow dragon. Judging from his state yesterday, I doubted finding him could be called much of a hunt. From the thread, I sensed him well east of the city.

  We drove in silence. Xianta seemed content to gaze out the window, occasionally murmuring to herself. I focused on the road and the thread, while feeling the limited supply of humanity I held dwindle away. On the highway we were getting closer, but he was still hours out. I didn't have enough humanity to maintain my ‘illusion’.

  "Mistress?"

  "Yes, pet?" She answered, not turning her head.

  "I don't think I have enough essence to make it there like this." I said, "Could you drive for a while?"

  "No pet. This will be your livestock not mine." Xianta gnced in my direction. "I don't recommend you let the spell pse while you are sitting there, dispcing more than air when realities overp is quite painful."

  Livestock, right. Of course. Prey. Why did that suddenly feel like a big deal? Where was all my resolve that I'd had while the mistress fucked me? Apparently shedding Gavin took more effort than I'd thought. I pushed aside my lingering morality and focused on the practical. Overpping realities. I gripped the wheel hard and pulled onto the highway's shoulder. Closing my eyes, I imagined what a seat made for a person with a tail like mine would look like. Threading it through would be a pain, so it would better to be open entirely on one side. Taking a deep breath and holding it, I reached out for the whirling storm that is chaos. It rushed up into me, filling my nethers, with a cock made first of ice, then fire.

  "Reeeemeeerwwwl!" I cried out, smming forward into the steering wheel and sunk my teeth into the pstic. Too much! Too much power! Desperately I shoved the gibbering madness at the image of my made for tail seat. The world went sideways, inverted and as an orgasm shivered up my spine, I clenched on the storm in me. Expelling the chaos to whence it came. I colpsed against the wheel, and the car's horn bred. I ignored it, my body frantically tried to suck in every avaible molecule of oxgyen. The air smelled of burned pstic, ozone and bananas. My pussy ached, wanting more.

  "Not bad for a first time. Although you might want to try drawing a tad less power." Xianta cooed, "Good pet."

  I pushed myself off from the wheel and looked behind me. The seat was there, just as I imagined it, but the back seat was a charred ruin.

  "I did it. It worked." I breathed.

  "Yes. You squeezed chaos into answering your whims. You might wish to practice on smaller objects that you are not sitting on. Although there is a certain amusement to accidental turning a chair into something that can buck you " Xianta said.

  I grinned at her, let my human illusion rex away, and settled back into my seat. It conformed to my shape perfectly, my tail curling in the back seat.

  "Yes yes. Drive. We are on a schedule." Xianta gestured at the road ahead.

  Pride made my ears rise higher than usual and the tip of my tail twitched as I pulled back onto the road. "How does a duchess of chaos keep to a schedule?"

  "Not well. Time is tricky when you are sailing through the chaos seas without a destination. The dreams that reach you there are often confused. I should have been a bit kinder to the idiot who summoned me here. We had gone too long without an anchor or port." Xianta said in a nearly conversational tone.

  "Why do you sail out there mistress?" I asked.

  My question was met with silence. I assumed she just didn't want to answer, so I drove on. The angle of the thread to Floyd had begun to change when Xianta said, "I don't quite remember. I was hunting something... Or I was being hunted? I might have caught something..."

  She didn't know? That made some sense. After all, the entire crew or whatever they had been were all barely holding to gether at all. I immediately squelched the thought and gnced nervously at my Mistress. She gazed out the window but not at the scenery, the human eyes of her illusion distant.

  In a few minutes after exiting the highway, I found myself driving on a narrow dirt road, wending up a hill.

  MisterNibs