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Cheetahs Always Prosper

By CimmaronSpirit

Commission for Xilimyth

WARNING: This story contains: macro growth, destruction, muscle growth, breast growth, female nudity, destruction, multi-limbs, and more! If it's not in your interests, you aren't yet at least 18, then you better delete this off your hard drive right now. Otherwise, enjoy!

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Cimmaron grumbled as he pushed the broom, cleaning up the rubble and debris in the ruined warehouse of mystical, magical, historical and/or dangerous artifacts. His dark green overcoat was hanging up on a nail at the far end of the room, leaving him with his futuristic grey shirt with neon blue and orange glowing highlights, sleeves rolled up, and a dirty pair of trousers, more grey than black. The hard work of cleaning up the huge mess was evident, with the sweat dripping from his head, his short-cropped mane a dishevelled mess, and large, black bags under his eyes.

"Years, decades of work to get all this stuff. I'll never be able to get all of these without a lot of paradoxes and who know what else." The horse paused and picked up a shattered gilded disk, with intricate carvings on it. "This was a one of a kind artifact from Gilgamesh. How the hell am I supposed to go back to the ancient Sumerian King and ask him for another?"

The time traveler continued to mutter at himself, cleaning up the mess that Xilimyth had made. The giant dragon-cheetah hybrid was partly the cause, partly the effect of all of this. Cimmaron knew better than to allow non-time travelers, or really anyone, to see his vast inter-dimensional artifact storage system. But, nope, he brought her along one time. And now centuries of magic and curses and artifacts were in ruins. And who knew what would be the result?

Cimmaron pulled out his pocket watch, opening a portal into an empty chunk of the multiverse, and pushed all the dust, stone, gems and metal into the void, dumping them into a universe with nothing inside, except the detritus of the stallion's collection.

"It will take weeks more to clean this all up and get the shelves repaired," Cimmaron muttered, looking around at the bent and twisted and collapsed steel beams and wooden planks that held invaluable and earth changing McGuffins, now only fit to be burnt or thrown away. "At least three, maybe four years to go through and catalog everything, and then who knows how long to actually get them all back. If I can." Cimmaron looked around. "I'll have to pick up all the artifacts just moments before I actually did... and how many ripples will that cause? How much chaos, how many butterfly effects, will be the result?"

The horse stopped, took a deep breath, and finished sweeping the garbage into the portal. "One thing at a time Cim," he said. "One thing at a time."

"Could always get some of our other selves to do this, you know?" Cimmaron said.

"Well, yeah," Cim said, sweeping more and kicking up clouds of dust, making him sneeze. "But I feel responsible, so it's only fair that I do this myself."

"Always admired that about you, Cimmy."

"Well thank you..." Cim paused, and turned around, to see another, nearly identical horse standing there. His eyes went wide, before flashing with anger. "You."

Unlike the dirty and sweaty horse, the other Cimmaron was dressed in a dapper black suit and tie, his mane longer and combed over than the military style cut the first horse had. The other stallion was otherwise a carbon copy of the original, except for the smug grin on his face, and a briefcase in his hoof-tipped fingers.

"But really, you should get some help. Being a janitor doesn't really suit you. Or me."

Cimmaron growled. "You were responsible for this!"

"I have no idea why you didn't figure it out sooner," the other, darker Cimmaron said. "But you'll have a lot of time to piece it all together, once I'm finished."

"But how did you get here? Your Chronodevice was busted! I know, because I did it!"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out," the evil Cimmaron said.

"Well, whatever it is you are doing, I will stop you!"

"Oh yeah? Well, come on then! Let's go!"

The half dressed time traveler ran up to his alter-ego and swung the broom at him with a loud scream of anger, but the other Cimmaron easily ducked the tired and wild flail of the broom, and then kicked out, sweeping his legs at the first Cim's hooves, knocking him to the ground, then jumping back onto his own hooves.

"But, oh look at the time," Cimmaron said, pulling out the Chronodevice from the fallen Cim's pocket, stunned and disoriented after smashing into the concrete floor. "I have so many things to do, so many places to be... And you got a whole lot more crap to clean up. So, I'll leave you to that."

"No!" Cimmaron bellowed, trying to stand up on wobbly legs, but the other Cimmaron opened a portal, and quickly jumped through it. The first Cim took a running leap to get into the portal, but it vanished and resulted in Cimmaron flying through the air and crashing into some broken crates and smashed up cardboard boxes.

With a groan, the time traveler without his time traveling device sat up, looking at the spot where the portal had been.

"What... what is he going to do?" Cimmaron moaned. "And how am I going to stop him now?"

There was a long pause, before Cim turned his head, toward the door that would lead to the thousands of other warehouses of his collection.

"Unless..." he started, jumping up and sprinting to the little diagram, tapping the maps and slowly nodding to himself, before wincing.

"Ohh, I'm going to regret this so much," Cimmaron muttered, before opening the door. "It's not going to be fun."

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It shouldn't have been a surprise to Xilimyth anymore that her new house had virtually everything that she needed. Not to mention how everything was scaled up properly to her new size. Everything had to be at least ten times it's previous size, everything from the spoons and forks in the cutlery drawer to the big screen TV in the living room that would rival the jumbotrons at sports arenas.

For a while she could almost forget that she wasn't a 60-foot giantess, that she was a normal sized cheetah. But then her wings would bump onto the roof, or flap out against the wall, or she would flex her body and catch a glimpse in a mirror and she would be reminded that not only was she massive, and massively well built, she was now also part dragon. Yet, sometimes she looked and saw something, like a pack of matches in a drawer, or the rubber band that had been used to hold her letters and flyers together, or even an apple in the fridge, stuff that was "normal" and expected for ordinary people. Then she would realize that it was almost three feet in diameter, yet felt like it was the right size in her hand.

She was told there was duplication and enlargement technology in this world, though many of the objects created for Macros were usually made in that size already. Something about structural integrity and stuff, though Xilimyth kinda forgot, or didn't pay attention as it was explained.

The dracat grabbed a large can of soda from the fridge, and popping the top as she walked over to the couch, flopped on the furniture that would have been the size of a duplex for normal people. Grabbing the remote, she turned it on.

Before Xili could get into the gameshow that came on, the doorbell rang. With a groan, the muscular dracat got up from her perch and thump-thumped her way to the front door. She pulled open the door, only to see a box on her doorstep.

"What now?" Xili muttered, as she picked it up. "Cimmaron still sending me stuff?" Looking at the packing label on the top of the box, it was indeed, Cimmaron that sent this package to her.

Xilimyth hadn't seen the time traveling horse for weeks, though he was apparently still having stuff delivered to her door. Little odds and ends, stuff that looked like the figurines and models and even entire books that had filled her old apartment, back when she was six feet tall and just a cheetah. But she hadn't seen the energetic, erratic and eccentric equine in person. He hadn't even showed up when a party had been thrown for her to welcome her to the neighborhood she now lived in, along with a few dozen other macro and micro sized furs of various species and genders. They had done a pretty good job of making her feel welcome and at ease, but the disappearance of the stallion that brought her here left a nagging feeling in her gut that she couldn't place or push away.

"I wish Cimmaron was here to tell me what is going on," she mumbled, as she closed the door and brought the package inside, kicking the door closed with her foot.

She set the box on the table, and using a razor-sharp claw, easily sliced through the tape that held the cardboard together. Digging through the packing peanuts and bubble wrap, Xili finally uncovered what had been sent to her...

"A... necklace?"

A beautiful, finely crafted, tiny linked gold chain ran through Xili's fingers, and it almost felt like silk in her paws as she bounced it back and forth in her hands. In the middle, in a gorgeous gold and silver amulet, was a green jewel that shimmered and sparkled in the light, seemingly glowing as she held it and slowly turned it over in her hand. There seemed to be something within the gem, but it was like her eyes were playing tricks with her brain and all she could see was a bright blur, an unending flow of power and energy, and she couldn't quite pick out anything inside the green gem.

"Oh, that's pretty," Xili said, mesmerized by the jewel in her hand. It took a conscious effort to pull her eyes away, and too look back in the box, to see if there was anything else in there.

At the very bottom of the box, she found a hand written note:

Xili,

Found this, thought you might like it. Might want to be careful where you wear it though.

Cimmaron.

"That... that's odd," she said, reading the letter a second, then a third time. "'Be careful where you wear it?' What does that mean?" She pondered for a moment, but shrugged her shoulders.

"Maybe he just means it's a very valuable thing, so maybe I shouldn't wear it all the time," Xili thought out loud. "Though I highly doubt anyone is going to try to snatch something like this from someone my size."

She walked to the bedroom, then turned to face the mirror, holding the necklace in front of her.

"I'm not going to turn a horse's gift down," she said. "Should see how it looks though."

She carefully draped the necklace over her head, letting the glowing green gem land on her chest, nestling between her rather large bosom.

Xilimyth looked in the mirror, admiring how the green gem flashed and shimmered as she modeled herself, her tight fighting clothes doing little to hide the fact that she was an Amazonian goddess of power and size, with muscles and strength that would make professional bodybuilders jealous. With a satisfied grin, she turned around and left her bedroom, and went back to her interrupted TV show. With an extra spring in her step at the pretty gift in her hand., she easily catapulted herself over the back of the couch and landed on the cushions in the middle with a thud, launching the remote into the air which she easily caught midair, before reclining and relaxing.

"I wonder where Cimmaron is though," she said as she flipped through the channels. "Or, I guess, when. You can never keep track of that stuff."

But her thoughts about the time traveling stallion quickly fell by the wayside as a cheesy 80s movie came on the TV, and she soon lost herself into the sappy romcom.

Xili shuffled on the couch as the movie went on, first with little itches over her body, starting on her chest. She grumbled and stretched, scratching the itch on her chest that slowly turned into a fire, which her tight shirt did little to help with.

Growling at her body's interruption of her relaxing time, Xili gave several tugs at her own shirt. Buttons popped off, ricocheting around the room from the force behind them, and it began to rip around her arms and in the specially cut holes for her wings, much to the annoyance of the dracat, who still couldn't quite judge her own strength. The ripped and torn cotton and polyester fell to the floor in ribbons. Seconds later she was also undoing and throwing off the custom-made bra that was feeling way too tight. But now freed from their cloth prison, her boobs bounced happily, and the dracat was able to calm down again, and focused on the movie some more.

But it was a momentary reprieve. Itching flared up all over her body moments later: on her back and under her arms, which she scratched at in increasing annoyance. Soon after the guy and girl in the movie started their awkward courtship, the dracat found herself shuffling on the couch more and more, trying to find a comfy spot, as little tingles of discomfort ran through her spine and down her tail, her wings bending and complaining, aching and sore. She soon found herself scrunching up, twisting and turning, groaning and trying to focus on the movie. Soon her shorts came off as well as her thighs and hips complained about the tightness they were facing, and then moments later her panties finally went too, leaving Xilimyth in the nude, the buff cat finally hoping that she had sorted through and solved the nagging comfort issue.

But it was not to be. Even now naked, the couch and her body still felt... off. Uncomfortable. Like she was wearing a body suit that was several sizes too small.

That same feeling she had back in Cimmaron's warehouse...

She finally sat up, the realization of what was happening hitting her all at once. But as she did so, her ears brushed against something.

Xili looked up, only for her feline muzzle to brush against the roof.

"Oh no... Not again..."

She looked down, to see that her legs now reached almost all the way to the flatscreen TV even when sitting. The giant house that she had, slightly undersized at her first macro height, was now rapidly becoming too small.

"Cimmaron... that damn horse," she snarled.

She grabbed the necklace in her hand, and ripped it off. It was still glowing, the pulses of bright light growing higher and higher.

Xili growled, and clenched the green gem in her fist, using her enhanced, and still exponentially growing, strength to crush it. "That asshole! He's doing this! He's making me grow! Why, I bet the 'accident' was on purpose, wasn't it? Why the hell will he not just leave me alone!"

The gem in her hand began to crack, and bend, and deform...

Then exploded in her hand.

Xili recoiled, flattening the couch and kicking in the screen of the TV, making the whole house rumble and shake as her growth spurt, and the sudden destruction of the gem, sent her sprawling.

The giant dracat blinked, looking around, and then down, but couldn't see over the massive, and still growing, pair of breasts on her chest. She could feel something on her belly, scrambling around. With a quick swipe of her hand, Xili caught the annoying pest.

And it was the time traveling horse.

"You!" Xili snarled. "You're doing this to me!"

"Hey! Keep your voice down!" the stallion shouted, wincing and covering his ears. "I just spent the better part of a year trapped in that crystal, okay? My hearing still needs to adjust."

"Wait... you were in that Crystal? Trapped?"

"Well, trapped may be a bit... the wrong words. More like 'I purposefully had myself entered into a giant piece of jewelry and mailed to the one person I know that can solve a really, really big problem.' Okay? So sue me."

Xili, still growing, still pulverizing the interior of the house with her expanding body, blinked. "What?"

"It's an incredibly long story. Even longer than my usual ones," Cimmaron said. "But something bad is about to happen. And you are the only one I know of that can stop it."

"What?" Xilimyth asked, her voice getting deeper as she got bigger, and began to bulldoze the kitchen. "Me? You're the time traveler! Why can't you do it?"

"Like I said, very, very long story. Like 54 years long."

"Fifty-four?"

Cimmaron reached into his jacket, which looked rather weathered and aged compared to usual. Not to mention that the horse was dirty, his normally short cropped mane was long and in a mess. He looked more like a hobo than a dashing multiverse adventurer. He pulled out a gold coloured tablet from his pocket, and tapped at it.

"Fifty-four years, three months, 17 days, nine hours and 29 minutes to be exact," Cimmaron said, before returning the tablet to his pocket. "And, let me say... I hate not being able to skip the boring stuff. It's almost painful!"

"Well glad to know that you are hurting for you travels right now," Xili growled. "Now, stop making me grow!"

Cimmaron shook his head. "No can do."

"Cimmaron..."

"I can't, okay?"

"You can't, or you won't?"

"Yes."

Xilimyth growled, clinching the horse tight into her paw. "I'm pretty sure I can pop your head off right now. I was already really strong before, but I think I'm ten times that now. So let me make this perfectly clear: Turn. Me. Back. To. Normal!"

Cimmaron gasped, air being forced from his lungs, and his entire body on the verge of snapping in two. "Evil... Xili... needs... stopped!" He gasped.

Xilimyth stopped, and let go, dropping Cimmaron onto her giant, round hill sized boobs. "What?" Her head finally pierced the floor into the second story.

Cimmaron gasped, getting air in his lungs, before standing up. "A while ago, there was a giant, evil goddess Xilimyth that utterly destroyed an entire universe. Needless to say, that was bad, and I had to stop it." He paused, before popping his shoulder back into place. "It's really complicated how I did it, but basically I was able to sever the timeline she had destroyed, banishing her from this reality.

"But that's just a temporary thing... basically like what a mouse can do to a restaurant: show up, make yourself known, and cause the place to be shut down. Again, a lot more complicated than that. But she's still immensely powerful, and I think she's trying to come back, to get her revenge."

"So you are making me grow big to stop her?" Xili asked as her foot demolished her dining room, smashing the table, chairs, china and more into kindling and ruins.

"Not just big. I basically have to turn you into a goddess as well," Cimmaron said.

"Okay, you are just fucking with me now. Really? A goddess?"

Cimmaron sighed. "Look, I know it sounds crazy, because it should be. But it's not. It's the truth. I've seen hundreds, thousands of Xilimyth's through time and space... and somehow, each and every single one of them has some untapped power, some special gift. I can't explain it because I'm not a theologian or a philosopher, but I'm really, really going to need that power right now. And not just me, but this whole timeline. Billions... no, quadrillions of life forms across the whole of this universe: mighty civilizations and great empires and sprawling metropolises and tiny farming villages and quaint fishing settlements... all of them are going to have to rely on you now to ensure that they are not turned into the toy things of a malicious, goddess of death and destruction."

Xilimyth stared at the horse, panting from the impromptu speech he just gave, even as her wings and tail smashed into her bedroom, meaning that she now filled up almost every cubic inch of her house. "Okay, so what do we have to do?"

"First... I need to find my pocket watch. And, well... not get crushed by the roof when it falls in," Cimmaron said, scampering and sliding down off of Xili's boob, over her six pack abs, and down to the ground.

"Wait... you are just going to leave me here?" Xili bellowed, making the few glass panes that hadn't already shattered crack and break from the sheer power of her lungs.

Cimmaron paused at the front door for a minute. "I'm just saying, without my Chronodevice, I'm pretty much useless. I'm just a handsome stallion in a... rather dirty suit. Damnit, I'm going to have to replace it..." He muttered, looking over his outfit, before having to duck out of the way of a falling roof beam.

"But I'll be right back!" he turned on his hoof and sprinted out the front door.

Xilimyth growled, laying her head back and through the pantry that had all her food. "That horse... If half the things he said are true, well I'll help him."

"But he owes me!"

Xili sighed, and sat up, her upper body now crashing through the roof, sending timbers and shingles flying in all directions as a 100-foot-tall feline with draconic wings emerged from the ruins of the house she had been living in for all of two weeks now.

Outside, a few neighbors, some of whom stood up to fifty feet tall themselves, turned around to see that they were suddenly outclassed and out matched by the giant Xilimyth. The few that lived in the development that were on the more normal side of the height scale, were absolutely terrified of the sudden emergence of a powerful, naked half cheetah-half dragon, leaning in the ruins of her home.

But she didn't have much time to worry about her lack of modesty, as the burning feeling from her first growth spurt way back when suddenly came back with a vengeance, and this time it wasn't going to be satisfied with just making Xili bigger. No... not it was time to turn Xilimyth into a god.

With a growl that soon turned into a roar that shattered all the glass in a mile-wide radius, Xili felt her body began to stretch and morph, her height steadily growing up and up and up. The heavy weight on her chest from her already gigantic and impossible tits seemed to double in an instant. She looked down, but couldn't exactly see what happened: her boobs seemed to be in proportion (at least from a moment before when she was 100 feet, thought now she was about 120), but her hands reached up to cup them, but stopped as they hit something else in the way. Her fingers poked and prodded, groping and tugging, before it suddenly dawned on her: she had a second pair of breasts now, the same size and stature of her first pair.

"I thought Cimmaron batted for the other team," she grumbled, blaming the horse who was no longer present. "And yet he turned me into fetish fuel for really horny guys. Great."

She reached up and rubbed her head, but then paused again. For one thing, her left arm was still propping her up in the detritus of her ruined abode, but at the same time she was holding both of her new tits in her hands... and then her right hand was on her head.

Xili peaked around the side of her breasts to see that it wasn't just a weird phantom feeling: she had a second pair of arms, as massive and thick as her first pair: complete with veins that nearly popped through both her skin and fur.

"Four arms? What am I now, some reverse centaur?" she bellowed, all four arms now flexing, showing off their power and strength for the whole neighborhood, and the first TV news crews that showed up to find out what was going on, and finding 140 feet of dracat, and still growing taller and more massive. "Or am I some Hindu goddess?"

However, the changes were still not complete, despite the doubling of her arms and her mammaries. In fact, they were only starting.

Xilimyth tried to shift and stand up, but a sudden piercing pain on her back made her cry out, her scream of pain making everyone nearby run for cover. But her already massive wings, which Xili didn't even know if they could actually lift her off the ground, was now joined by not one, but two more pairs on her back. They all stretched out, six massive draconic wings displayed for all to see, each with a wingspan as long as she was tall (which now clocked in at over 190 feet).

If she couldn't have flown before, she must have been able to now.

Xili now finally stood up, though one paw absent mindedly crashed into the neighbor's house on the left, before her right paw pulverized the makeshift parking lot of a car collection of her other neighbor. She winced, backing up, and demolishing the pool of the house behind hers, replacing it with a massive pawprint.

Realizing all she was doing was destroying things, Xili quickly sat herself back down, but as she landed on her very ample posterior, she winced in pain as her tail bone was hit. She looked behind her as best as she could, trying to shove wings aside and struggling to look over trap muscles that hindered her movement. But then she felt a wiggling and swaying behind her, and she looked to see not one, not two, not five, but nine tails, all of them long and slender, but each seemingly with a mind of its own, swaying and swishing behind her.

"Kitsune?" She pondered. "But aren't they usually foxes?"

Of course, she had no answers for any of the questions she had, and all she could do now was watch, in confusion and apprehension, as bright blue and red lights blinked, spotlights now pointing at her in the growing evening dusk to illuminate all 240 feet of dracat-kitsune.

Police and army officers had cordoned off the cul-de-sac, and everyone else in the area was evacuated to safety as no one could determine what, or why, this massive, four armed, four breasted, six winged and nine tailed half cheetah, half dragon had emerged from this house in particular. News agencies were scrambling, finding out everything they could about the inhabitant: Xilimyth (no last name recorded), who recently moved in, currently unemployed, and without any friends or family that could be tracked down. Acquaintances were rounded up and interviewed, stories of how this massive feline suddenly showed up and moved in, and now was towering over everything and everyone, including other macros. Social media went wild, a third of accounts proclaiming the arrival of the new monster, another third terrified, and the last third salivating and embracing the new meme and sex object, while accusations of fake news and publicity stunts and conspiracy theories raged across the Internet, TV, radio and everything else.

Of course, Xili couldn't know about any of this due to her current lack of media interactions, but she had many of her own questions and concerns.

And the only person who could answer it... where was he?

"Cimmaron... you better get here soon..." she muttered as helicopters began to buzz around her.

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Cimmaron was not a happy horse.

The time traveling stallion in the well tailored black suit watched the wall of TV screens, scowling as each channel showed off different shots of the same gigantic, multi-limbed Xilimyth, stunned and confused at her surroundings that were many, many times smaller than they should have been.

"This wasn't supposed to happen. No. Not like this," the evil Cimmaron growled, his hands clinching into a fist. "I had every variable planned out. Every contingency planned. I even got rid of my do-good alternate self. And still! There she is."

The black suited Cimmaron took a deep breath, stretched out his fingers, and willed himself to calm down. "No plan ever survives contact with the enemy," he said, looking up at the curvaceous, monstrous Xilimyth splashed across every news network.

As he watched, surveying the scene on the many helicopter camera's circling the destroyed neighborhood and the few intrepid reporters that got up close enough on the ground to the barricades, a smile crossed his face.

"But I can fix this. Of course, I can. I'm Cimmaron. No, I'm not just any Cimmaron. No. I'm now Cimmaron Prime. I'm the head honcho!" He paused, grinning, looking at the Chronodevice on his desk.

"Oh, oh yes. I am the Cimmaron. The true Cimmaron. I can get the whole of CIMIndustries to work on an answer. To shrink her, to contain her. To solve the problem." He tapped on the keyboard on his desk, sending out directives to the multiverse spanning conglomeration, setting a million R&D departments into action at once. At least one of them would find the answer, and quickly. For all he knew, they already did. Some CIMIndustries branch office in the distant past might already have the technology and knowhow. Or a future one can figure it out, and send it backwards in time.

Funny thing, time travel can be.

"It should be easy enough to sort this out before anyone notices."

"Who's this... anyone?" a deep rumbling voice asked.

The malicious time traveler's body went rigid, and he slowly turned around to see a massive, flaming red eye staring at him.

"Ah! Mistress," The black suited Cimmaron said, giving a bow. "I was not aware that you would be gracing me with your-urk!"

The time traveler felt himself being lifted off his hooves and into the air, and into the abyssal void where a mammoth creature sprawled, her body stretching in all directions at once, the space infinite in scale, and the entity inside of it taking up the whole space. Black and gold and red crossed her body, showing off female curves and musculature, as well as a long, powerful snake like lower body.

It was another Xilimyth, a vast, deific cheetah turned part dragon, part snake, and all powerful.

"I sense that another form of mine has awoken," the creature said, her voice making Cimmaron shudder. "Another form that could even rival me."

"I... I think you are overestimating her chances," Cimmaron said, forcing a smile to hide his terror. "She is large, yes. And has godlike powers, indeed. But it would take many lifetimes to master said powers, to harness them to their full potential, as you have accomplished."

"Flattering words will get you only so far, time meddler," the other Xilimyth said, slowly twisting her fingers, and making the horse twist and bend, whimpering and crying out in pain for her malevolent amusement. "For I know exceptionally well that skill and millennia of honing and practice is nothing to a single lucky moment. I would rather not have to face anything that could rival my strength, realized or not."

"Then I will make sure she doesn't interfere. Somehow," the horse said. "I'm already working on it!"

"And how can I trust you? After all, it was another Cimmaron that put me in current predicament. What's to say that another one of your forms can't do the same thing?"

"That... that is why I made... ow!... sure to banish the... alternate self that did it before!" Cimmaron whimpered. "I have his Chronodevice. He cannot teleport through time and space. He's trapped. He will not interfere!"

"And how many of these Chronodevice's exist?"

"Only one...urk... has the full power and... capability to move through... all of the multiverse-ack! And I have it with me!"

Xilimyth's fingers let go, and Cimmaron, still floating in nothingness, was able to finally breath and not be bent and squeezed like a stress toy. He adjusted his tie, and fixed up his hair to remain presentable once he was free though.

"That better be true. For if it's not, I will hold you personally responsible. And you should easily know what that means."

"Of course, Mistress," Cimmaron said, giving a bow. But when he looked up, he was looking at the wall of his office, the void where the Naga-Xilimyth lived gone.

He exhaled, panting. "I wish she would at least let my receptionist know that she wants a meeting."

He turned around, and sat back at his desk, watching the monitors, still covering the same news story.

"At least nothing can get any worse today," he said with a half content smile, before going back to the keyboard.

His hoof-tipped fingers froze an inch from the keys. He looked up and to the left, and his smile vanished. Just like the time traveling pocket watch on his desk.

"No... No... NOOOOOOO!"