Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 39

The smart play would simply bide my time until the audience from the Cat House started to transform, maybe grow the herd a bit by introducing a few select individuals to the glories of cowdom. Yet, in the aftermath of the servants enthusiastic sampling of Freddy’s cock, I found myself restless. And hungry. 

Any captured member of the audience would remember and describe the tigress they couldn’t get out of their heads. While I didn’t know if they could connect me to my old self, the ritual I’d given to the future kitties certainly would if they tracked the flow of essence. I had to give the agency something else to focus on. An event that didn’t have my paw prints all over it.

I puzzled over just what to do about this as I groomed my fur in the early morning when I noticed wisps of a pink vapor creeping beneath the door to my chamber. Vapor loaded with lusty, transformative energies.

The door burst open and Jillian stumbled out in a disheveled uniform, her six tits absolutely straining against the fabric. The hallway behind her was filled with a pink haze.

“Mewdam! Breakfast for mew!” She grasped, leaned against the wall to catch her ragged breath before tugging on a thick pink rope she held in her paws. A shadow filled the width of the doorway. Hesitating before Jillian gave the rope another pull. “Come Cow!”

The shadow lifted its head bellowed a long, torturous, “Mooooooooooo!” a stream of the pink smoke poured into my room, arcing onto the floor and spreading out.

“Oh!” My tail swished excitedly. “Are you finally ready to be milked?”

“Moooolk Moooo Pleeeeese!” My former boss mooed and dragged herself toward me. As expected, her humanity had begun to return. Her front hooves had split into two finger hands and her muzzle had shortened considerably. Perhaps her torso had shortened, but it was hard to tell with the massive breasts and udder that dragged on the ground. She looked at me with abject desperation in her pink heart-shaped irises. 

“Forgive me Mew-madam.” Jillian curtsied deeply, “I tried to milk her for you but the scent she’s putting out mewly-nearly overwhelmed me.” She hefted her top set of grapefruit sized breasts, that looked absolutely gigantic on her tiny form. The others weren’t much smaller. They’d be fun to play with, but it was clear she disliked them. I needed a milk maid who enjoyed this sort of thing. I filed the thought away for now and focused on my drakkau.

With every breath she exhaled more of that pink vapor, a draconic breath but twisted. I scooped a palm full of the mist from the floor, inhaled it through my nose and let it flow. Immediately my breasts tingled, churned internally as their weight on my chest grew slightly, the image of a verdant pasture opened in my mind and loins stirred. Clicking my tongue, I examined the scent, more fey than anything else, not chaos. On a normal human without much magic of their own, it take hours of exposure to produce any physical changes, but they’d start feeling the lust within a few minutes. Those already with magic in their systems were even more vulnerable.

I lick my fingers, considering options.

“Meeeuwww! Please Madam, turn her off! I don’t wanna be a- meeeooooooo!” Jillian begged, wet spots blooming on her uniform, her calico marking moving to a more blotchy Holstein pattern.

“Oh very well,” I sighed, gesturing black leather straps whipped down from the ceiling, wrapped around Floyd’s torso and heaved her into the air where her teats would be much more convenient to reach. I gifted her with a chin scratch and brought her eyes to meet mine. A small lick kiss to her nose cleared her mind somewhat. “I’ll milk you now, but you have to be a very good dragon for me tonight.”

“Anything!” She pleaded. “I’m so fuuuuull!”

“You’re going to play a damsel for me but rest assured your supposed knight will quickly discover what a dangerous dragon you can be.” I grinned as her eyes lit with joy at the idea.

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Doing the TV scrying thing that Xianta would be costly essence wise even if I knew precisely how she’d done it. Tracking Vire down to her apartment building was comparatively child’s play. Hefty wards blocked my view directly into her apartment, but I knew she was still in there when I arrived mid morning. An upscale residential tower on the edge of downtown, one floor from the top of the thirteen story building. As far as she could get from the police department, where the MDA would operate out of, and still remain in this section of the city. Probably as far as they would allow that leash around her neck to stretch.

She left the building’s garage in, what else? A black SUV at 10:30. I didn’t follow, instead prowling the neighborhood, looking for a building that had allowed its wards to decay. The longer I could delay the agency’s response the better, but I did want a response, just after it was far too late. Sadly, all the wards in her building were top notch. 

Fortunately, it been a long time since the fey had been a real problem around here and I had my choice of locations on the same city block. I had a hard time choosing between a luxury high rise or a hotel but decided on the high rise. Attacking the hotel might cause a national incident, and then the MDA might bring in more resources than I could handle. It took me a few hours to figure out how the ventilation in the building worked and change it to suit. I was tempted to introduce myself to the building’s maintenance staff, but I wanted as few connections to me as possible. I settled on a keep out ward for a section of the basement, where I setup a makeshift pen. Then after moving Floyd, all there was to wait for Vire to return home. 

I’ve never been good at waiting, but laying in wait for prey is a very different thing. I hid myself on the roof of one of the buildings she’d driven by on her way to work and let my body assume a quadrupedal form. It felt so good for my spine to extend like that. It felt so good to be a tiger bigger than a small car. My heat posed a problem, but I found a gentleman who was eager to give up his whiskey for a little tiger’s milk. 

It was close to midnight when I spotted the glow of Vire’s ward vehicle approaching my perch, driving on an unbusy street. I was so tempted to leap from the build and smash the hood of the car in, but it would defeat the point of all the work I’d done thus far. Instead, I opened my eyes and bored through the wards to peer into the car’s interior. 

Vire sat alone, blasting music, and clutching her steering wheel. “Almost home. Almost home. Almost home.” She repeated as a mantra through a clenched jaw. Her cock had already torn through the crotch of her pants and her cervine ears flicked in clear agitation. A network of wards protected her body. It would be a difficult thing to rip through if I didn’t already have a back door straight into her head. Her mind was full of yearning for hooves, the weight of her antlers and the feeling of Boon’s pussy around her cock. Boon would be her doe soon, her fey side whispered with excitement. She frantically threw every excuse her human half could dredge up against her urge to give in.

It was working, barely. The woman needed only the tiniest of pushes. Not that I was interested in anything tiny tonight.

I formed an image of myself lounging in her backseat, pasted it into her rearview mirror and waited for her notice. She got through two more lights before her eyes shot wide. 

“Hello there morsel,” I purred into her mind. “Nice night for a little grab and go.”

She turned, eye blink fast, levering a pistol at the image and pulling the trigger so fast it had to be pure muscle memory. The first two bullets sunk into the seat but the third cracked the rear windshield. Realize she was firing at nothing she turned back to my smiling face in the mirror.

“Ooooh, I like a hunt with a little spice.” I licked my chops and roared directly into her head, specifically at her cervine self.

A panicked bleat escaped her as she exploded from the car in a blast of green magic, taking the entire driver side door with her. The sound of a horn bleared as an on-coming car veered to avoid her. Vire tossed the door aside and fired blindly into her suv as she ran.

I chuffed with admiration. What a complete badass. This could be a little harder than I thought. Rising, I ran toward the rear of the building I’d spent the evening on and leaped off. I needed to cut her off, or she’d over shoot my little present.

Vire tossed the gun aside, its clip empty as she reached the sidewalk, then bowed her head and ran down the alley. I spurred her on with another roar that sounded close behind, but her mind was fighting free of the panic as she neared the intersection.

I need help! Her thought rang out, her steps slowing enough so she could clutch at something in her jacket, a phone.

Shooting out from my hiding place, I bounded toward her. She spotted me an instant too late, her pumping legs stumbling into a skid. I lifted a paw and slapped the phone out her hand, a little bit of magic stole a bit of humanity and fried the phone. She yelped in surprise, spinning from the impact. I caught the green glow of her magic as I raced away and hid behind a dumpster, then willed her to catch movement in the alley she’d just come down.

She whirled, brandishing a wand that glowed a vibrant green in a two fingered hand with hooflike nails. A wooden crackle echoed through the air as grasping vines burst from the pavement, but their tendrils only found a rain gutter to wrap around and rip from the side of a building.

I laughed softly. “Did you grow those because you're hungry, little deer? Need to stop for a snack before you become my snack?”

Not sure if deer can growl but Vire certainly did, set off running again with a stomp of frustration. I gave chase at an easy lope, clouding my location in her mind. She had no idea where I was until I sent her sprawling against a wall with a light shoulder check. The wand spilled from her grip, bouncing end over end away from her. She froze as I clamped my jaws around her thigh but didn’t bite down, merely held it and her.

I pressed my paw against her chest, pinning her to wall, letting her inhale my musk. Then, very carefully, I tore open a large hole the thigh of her pant leg. “I’m afraid you’re not going to get very far on legs like these.” I purred, rubbing my cheek against her skin.

“What?” She gasped as the softness of my fur invaded her brain.

“Here, let me help you get out of the terrible skin you wear.” I said, then graced her with the roughness of my tongue. Her human skin tore away to reveal coarsely furred deer hide as she moaned in sheer pleasure. The pink of her cock thrust up through the previously torn hole in her pants. I couldn’t resist giving it a nudge with my nose.

An animal bellow erupted from her and she shoved me back. Diving off the wall, she snatched up her wand and swung it toward me. Green arcs of energy lanced into the surrounding ground. I leapt back, avoiding the stalks with blade like thorns that sprang up where I’d been standing.

“You bitch!” She spat as she levered herself back onto her feet. “You were the one from the restaurant! I recognize your scent! Aaaaah!” Half doubled over, one hand gripped her still lengthening cock while the other pointed the wand at me. Baring her teeth, she edged along the wall, pausing to kick off her shoe to reveal a cloven hoof ripping through her sock. I grinned. Just my touch and my aphrodisiac scent had triggered this, I hadn’t needed to take any more of her human essence.

“I just want to have a little fun.” I said, letting my purr rumble through my throaty words.  “A bit of a challenge. Let four hooves come out, then we can play a bit of hide and seek? I promise only to nubble when I catch you. Once I suck you dry that is. If you’re a very good prey, I might even let you go afterwards.”

Want warred with fear on Vire’s face, plain as day. Inside her mind, the gender bent stag taur shined with a light of pure yearning. Yet, her iron will clamped down on it and she purposely imaged all the shit she’d go through if she lost control, a practiced scroll of horror and degradation.

I slipped in an image of the goatlady Boon Xianta had projected in the mirror shyly presenting herself to that stag taur.

Vire grunted as if she’d been struck, turned sharply away from me and started limping away on her uneven legs. She pried her hand off her cock but it still lengthened with every step. I let her get about fifty feet away before I hopped the nasty sharp plants she’d summoned. Once she neared the next intersection, she panted under the force of her own lust. I move to cut her off.

“Looks like you need some help with that.” I teased her, “Its not going to go away on its own and its a long way to Boon’s house.”

“You leave him alone!” She bellowed, green flashed in her hand, and she hurled it at me. I side stepped and a six foot spear whizzed by my ear. “He’s my Doe! You hear me monster?! Mine!” With her declaration, her other leg burst out of her pant leg, giving her a balanced cervine set. 

“I hear you, but do you really think he’ll be happy to see that monster between your legs? You need relief to change back and I’m the only one offering tonight, little doe.” I laughed and stretched, displaying my striped body for her before circling to give her glance of my sex. It would ruin my little plan if she broke here but oh it be sweet satisfaction. 

“Fuck you! I’m a stag!” She shout, through another spear and ran. The projectile went way wide this time.

I called after her, “I’ll give you ten minutes of alone time with that cock of yours! Just bellow when you change your mind.”

Now on two hooves, she moved pretty well, I had to run around on a side street to caught up. She’d reached my little trap. As she slowed, I settled down to watch.

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