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Harper was sitting in his car, driving down a stretch of road. His car was a 2015 Audi, brand new. It had almost been nine months since Matt had gone missing. The local police and state boys had been out in force, but there was no body, no sign of him anywhere. The search had been given up after three months, no leads.

Some mansion... Only one in town was this one. Looks creepy, even in spring. He sighed and turned off his CD, playing J-pop, more music by Miku. He must have pressed a button on accident, as the radio blared,

"I'll take no prisoners, I'll spare no lives,

Nobody's putting up a fight!

Yeah, 'cause I'm gonna take you to Hell!

I'm Hell's Bells!"

"Gah! Damnit!" He fidgeted with the radio, turning it off. He looked up from the radio to see the manor in front of him, with several expensive looking cars parked in front.

Must be the place... I'll take a look see. He was a bit thick, wearing a dark sports coat, with matching suit pants. The boss had demanded it, because it was Employee Recognition Month, and the workers at the CD shop had to look professional. He muttered nonsensically under his breath as he walked up to the massive doors with their old fashioned ring knockers. He was a blonde, but he didn't let that stop him anyhow.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

"Polair! Get the door, will you?"

"As you wish, mistress."

The door was soon opened, and Harper was met by a lean, skinny looking guy. He was dressed in a white shirt, and black pants. He had black hair, and features that looked oddly familiar...

"Ah, it's you. Come on in."

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Harper was led into a modern foyer, electric lights humming along as the two walked. He noticed something off about his new companion... what was it? It was then that he noticed the cat's tail coming out of a cut hole in the pants, black. Must be a real good cosplay, but I don't know who it is. Gotta find Matt anyhow. The décor was a mix of black, red, gold, and silver, but mainly black and gold. There was a room with a fireplace, and a mantelpiece that said, "The Creed of the Order: Do as Thou Wilt." That seemed oddly familiar...

"You are just in time for dinner, the other guests have arrived already. Come, I will show you to your seat."

He was led to a great dining room, done up in gold and black. At six seats sat six figures, all dressed in expensive suits and dresses, three men and three women. All wore white, painted face masks, awaiting the host of the manor to greet them. He was seated next to the chair at the head of the table. The table itself was richly set with plenty of food for all present. There were glasses set out, gold with some sort of black stone, he didn't know what it was.

"Mistress? He is here." He saw the lean one, a catboy, he could now see the ears atop his head. Harper looked to the other guests, and smiled faintly. Polair, he'd heard him be called, and now Harper had him labelled as such.

"So, you're all here to see the Mistress, eh?" He was nervous, but his face didn't show it. The masked ones simply looked on and waited in an eerie silence. He didn't like it, not at all. Maybe they'd killed Matt, maybe they were going to dine on... him?! He hoped not.

The sound of a door opening startled him, and all eyes turned to see who came in. There was a woman, pale, slightly pink skin, blonde, dressed in a long white dress. It was who came next to her that took his breath away.

She was a catgirl, a nekomimi, by his standards. Polair was one too, a male, he could see now. They were rare in anime, only appearing in shojou and other girls' shows as yaoi types. There was also something about the catgirl... she was massively and proudly pregnant, robes straining to hold in her motherly tummy and full breasts.

"Hel-lo, neko-chan." Harper stammered out, trying to contain his enthusiasm. The catgirl glared at him and gave him what was both a snarl and smile. All eyes soon returned to the mistress, the woman at the head of the table, as she hit her spoon upon her plate.

"Members of our Order, please be seated, remove your masks."

At which point the six masked people removed their masks, he didn't recognize any of the faces. Five of them stared at the pregnant catgirl, while one looked at Harper. There was then the sound of forks and spoons clinking as the assembled dug into their feast.

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It was soon afterwards that the two took the plates away from the filled feasters. The room was soon filled with post dinner chatter, while Harper sat in silence. He didn't like the looks that the others were giving him. He didn't recognize anyone at the table, but the six looked extremely powerful and rich.

"Mistress Sera, it is an honour to have your hosting of this meeting." The speaker was a man in his mid forties, blonde hair turning silver in some parts, with eyes that looked around.

"Bulford, you shouldn't have..." The Mistress, Sera, smiled down at him. Polair and the catgirl waited on her hand and foot, seeing that her will was done.

"Mistress Sera, about the offering..." This time, it was a woman with black hair, in a long silk dress with black pearls. She even had black earrings, Harper noted.

The offering... I hope it's not me. He sat and listened, looking over to Sera and Polair.

"Yes, what about it?" The woman cleared her throat.

"Some of us are of the ideal that your familiar and her kittens would make a grand offering to our Lord."

There was a dead silence, three of the assembled men and women looked highly nervous. Everyone turned to see Sera beckon the catgirl over to her.

"Absolutely not." Sera's voice and eyes were cold as ice, and Harper shivered.

"Come along now, we've been dying to see her offered up, so plump and full."

"I'll have none of it! This is not Moloch's domain, this is the domain of my Goddess! And you will heed me. I will not tolerate the notion of my familiar being sacrificed.... and neither will the other members of the Order."

"Moloch is wanting, Sera. He will have what he wants..." The woman and two men got up, putting hands into their pockets. The two men were in matching red suits; blood red finery. Harper tried to shrink down, keeping an eye on things just in case it got ugly.

There was a blur of motion as the three pounced the poor catgirl, and another when Polair and Sera jolted up and blocked them. Sera held a golden dagger, taken from some hidden pocket. Polair had his hands up, and Harper could see now that he had sharp, claw looking nails on his fingers.

"Step aside, Sera!"

The other three got up, not sure what to do. Bulford stared at the three, mouth agape, looking shocked.

"What- what is this, Magellan? You can't simply..."

"We shall do as we wish to sate our patron, regardless!" The three stared down Sera and her servants.

"Tell me... are you willing to die?" Sera glared daggers at the three malcontents. They moved to surround her and the catgirl.

"Now, now, Sera. Our patron is willing to negotiate, if you hand her over." The two men pulled out switchblades, intricately carved things. Harper took cover behind his chair, wary if anything got out of hand, which it looked like it might.

"Pah! I've seen how your 'patron' negotiates! Do not dare to assume that I am as weak as I look!" Sera waved the dagger about, while Polair took a fighting stance.

"Mistress? Allow me." The catgirl walked forward, nodding to Sera as she did so. What happened next was something Harper could not, and would not forget.

"Renkar, what are you...?!" Polair and Sera both went to stop her, but...

She started to hum, thrumming somehow. The hum grew louder, louder, louder... until there was a loud, ear piercing cat's scream. Several glasses shattered, and the three were sent flying, ears bleeding profusely. The men staggered to their feet, holding the woman up. Their mouths moved, but nothing came out!

"What did you do?!"

The pregnant catgirl smiled.

"Merely removing threats, Mistress. They are useful to no one. They cannot speak or hear, rendered silent. Glory to our Goddess."

The other three members got up and shakily helped their injured.

Bulford looked shocked, turning to Sera, he said. "So, what now?"

"I will proceed as planned. Bring him," She pointed at Harper, "When you're done with those three."

Bulford nodded, and him and the others brought the disgraced out.

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Soon later, the man Harper knew as Bulford and the other two returned. Sera looked to them both and smiled.

"Good, bring him. Polair, Renkar, follow." At her command, the two nodded and fell in line with the woman. The pregnant catgirl put a hand on her swollen tummy as she followed her mistress, the male walking behind her. The other three gathered behind Harper and bid him to move forward with a hand pat to the back. "Follow Sera." Bulford intoned, leading the anime fan along a dark, lamp lit hallway. They soon came to a stop in a grand chamber, with a skylight that extended above.

"Good, very good. It is time."

The three behind Harper left his side and got several things from the surrounding area, a bowl of oil, a censer, and incense. They brought these to Sera, who stood at the focal point of the room. They all started to hum, low and deep, as Sera began to chant:

"We call upon you, Goddess of Cats,

Send us Your servant.

For we have need of Thine grace,

Grace us with your presence, noble female.

Accept the offering of oil and incense,

in Your honour, Great Goddess."

At which point the three, Bulford in the lead, surrounded Harper and led him to the centre of the room, in front of Sera. "To the glory and honour that is Yours, now and forever." They murmured.

Sera breathed, and began to chant again,

"For Yours is the dominion of all cats,

of Pleasure and Grace,

May it be that Your dominion holds,

Now and forever.

We call upon Your servant, Ixion,

Of the blood red hair and eyes,

To come to us, and take her groom.

In Your name, now and forever."

The three chanted again,

"In the Name of the Goddess, we invoke you, now and forever. We offer this sacred oil and smoke." Bulford carried the oil and put it at Sera's feet, while the other two lit the censer and began to wave it around, spreading the scent of burning incense everywhere. The smoke wasn't thick, letting Harper see that Polair and Renkar were by a black stone throne, with an altar nearby. The two looked very... happy.

Harper could see Polair's tail swishing expectantly, but he remained silent. What was going to happen to him?

"We call upon you, Ixion, come to us!" At which point there was a heaviness in the air, and then...

FWUMP!

"I am here, servants. Help me up... now!" There was a commotion in front of Harper, a flash of red hair before the three attendants helped up the figure. The figure was another catgirl, with bright red hair , ears and tail. Her eyes were also red, along with her skin. She pursed her lips as she looked at Harper.

"THIS is the groom? Could you not have picked better, servants? Our Lady is pleased with what you did to this one..." She looked over at Polair with a wicked smile. She was dressed in a set of robes that barely hid her figure, she was bigger than Renkar. She purred and cooed at the other catgirl.

"He got you good, didn't he? Our Lady is very pleased with the results. She bid me give you this as a token." She reached around and took out what looked to be a bell ribbon, all in gold. The pregnant catgirl walked up to the other and nodded, taking the ribbon and wrapping it about her tail.

"Why is it Our Lady finds such amusement in giving such things? That one there," She pointed at Harper, "Fetishizes the ones they call 'nekos'. They disgust me."

Ixion shook her head. "It is not my place to question Her motives. If She wishes to return to glory, who are we to question it?" She purred again. "He is to be my groom, Renkar."

The other catgirl hopped up excitedly. "That's good! Very good!" She smiled, a rarity for her, showing off sharp, pointed teeth. She held a hand to her tummy, after which a great squelch sound was heard, and a puddle of something surged from between her legs.

"Her labour! Get the dagger, as for him... let me handle him." Renkar's belly pulsed, and she cried out, while the two women took her over to the altar. Bulford stood nearby and wrung his hands, looking nervous. Sera turned towards Harper and began to hum, low and smooth.

"Bring him! He must witness the birth!" Renkar cried out. "Mistress! Please!"

Harper soon felt a tingling that went through him, starting at his head. He found that he couldn't move, couldn't speak. Sera took his hand and brought him over to the altar. There, Renkar was spread out, her nethers pulsing in life giving labour, her robes discarded. Her tail and ears stood erect, as she grit her teeth and bore down, labia stretching and contorting as her pelvic muscles strained.

Sera continued to hum, the heaviness grew. The tingling on his head increased, and he felt something poking at his head... no, it was coming from his head! If he could, he would have screamed...

"GRRRAH!" His eyes were once again drawn to the birthing catgirl, as her labia pulsed, sending a freshet of birthing fluid out, and a glimpse of a head. The two women cooed and offered comfort to the soon to be mother, and his head... it hurt. The pain soon built, then something tore through his head. He felt this things twitch and turn, and then he realized... he couldn't hear with his ears anymore. He couldn't move his arms or hands, they stayed exactly at his sides, under Sera's power.

He saw her nethers pulse again, more fluid coming out as a form suddenly slipped free. Sera nodded towards Bulford, who gave Polair a golden dagger. The catboy took the dagger and cut the cord of his newborn, placing them in their mother's arms. Her belly shrunk, but was still swollen with new life.

"RRRARGH!" Another shuddering contraction, and another freshet of fluid came from her.

"Another! They're coming NOW!" She cried, back arching as she pushed. The two at her side rubbed her head and cooed into her ears. She began to pant and mewl, skin slick with sweat. Sera continued to hum, and the tingling went down Harper's body, making him feel out of place. His eyes burned for a few brief seconds, and he shut them. When he opened them, everything seemed more brighter, more vivid than before.

But still the tingling persisted, now moving to the base of his spine. If he could, Harper would've reached back to grab, but he still couldn't move. Another cry from the birthing neko snapped his attention back to the altar, where her nethers pulsed and shuddered as they tried to push out the kitten that was still inside her. Polair stood by her, in the midst of the two women, petting her head and mewing softly, a smile upon his face. He spoke, once.

"You are doing fine, glory to our Goddess, for it is She who made me their sire, and brought me to you."

It was then that Harper realized why it was that he was so familiar, why it was that everything was so odd about Polair.

Sans ears and tail, and with a little bit more weight, it was Matt! Had to be, must be... But not before a great weariness overcame him, and the last thing he saw before flickering blackness overtook him was the catgirl pushing out her last kitten, and the father cutting the cord.

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"Awaken, groom!"

He snapped awake, still standing. He could see Renkar nursing her kittens, their content purring and suckling very loud as they took in their mother's milk. In front of him was Ixion, and his gaze went to her.

"What... what did you do to me?" He found that he could speak, and move. He reached behind him and found... a tail? A cat's tail swished behind him, out of a hole cut into his pants.

"We made you hers. You will serve our Goddess and her as a male, is that understood?" The red haired catgirl looked at him with fierce, burning red eyes.

"Y-yes..." It did not feel so bad, not at all. He was only missing one more thing...

"What shall this one be called?" His mind was feeling blank... but why?

"You shall be called Eos, the dawnmaker... come to your bride, male." She bid him step forward.

The blonde catboy took two steps, and the human Harper was no more, forgotten, erased, replaced.

"You shall be at my side, forever." "I shall be always for you."

"You will serve me and give me kittens, and raise them in our Goddess' realm."

"As you will, fair one."

Sera looked upon this scene with mirth and pride. She had done it! Not only had she banised traitors from the Order, she had given a boon to her Goddess.

"Glory and Honour guide us in hastening Your return, Goddess of Cats."

Somewhere, in the night, a puma screamed, in joy...