Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 37

I looked up to find Freddy staring down at me, a red rubber gag clenched between jaws filled with needle-like teeth. The fur on his face had thinned since I’d seen him last. The human essence within his soul had begun to recover. His eyes displayed no panic, no surprise, as if he’d known this would happen.

Perhaps he’d simply recognized me the moment he’d been rolled on stage, but I hadn’t seen him in the initial display of the prisoners. A deliberate setup by Xiantia. Still, I had to appreciate the gesture, forcing me to learn the skill that had sent Freddy running. Now I could make it right, one way or another. I gripped the rack and pulled it closer, so to rub my cheek against the luxuriously soft fur that covered this thigh. His head dipped as he pushed into the touch. His longing was so intense that I could smell it in his fur. I groomed him, tasting memories that he offered with every loving lap.

I watched his panicked fleeing from our time at the bridge, his struggle to see over the dashboard of his truck. Saw him carefully compose his break up message to me. Tasted the fear that chased him into the witch doctor’s office. The prescription was no contact with me, no swimming either, nothing that would strengthen the otter inside him. In the witch doctor’s office, they’d shattered his phone. An awkward support group followed for the Fey addicted.

Then, as I curled my tongue around his fuzzy little balls, I saw his nights. Sleepless, fey lusts ground out against first pillows, then a tiger plush. A night of drinking led him to the Cat House, where he hired a tiger tailed woman to pet him for hours. Then he went swimming in the moonlit river. Poor Freddy, I wish I had been there. 

<Squeak!> The sound came around his gag as I nibbled around his sheath. Lynxie commented approvingly at my tactics, but her voice gone strangely breathless. A glance sideways and I saw she was narrating with one paw between her legs, while the lion’s steady pace increased. I’d stopped restraining my scent accidentally and the pair of them were quickly finding their lusts amplified. If I didn’t restrain it soon, the audience would be affected.

So? So what. They’d come here for a show. I’d give them a show they’d be unable to forget.

I grinned, The Mistress wasn’t the only one who could decide to be crazy. I extended my tongue and laid it across Freddy’s shaft, letting him feel the weight of it as broaden along with my face. Bones crackled as my true visage pushed out of my skull, the muzzle of a tiger. The muscles of my neck thickened along with my jaws. Lynxie gasped while Freddy showed the whites of his eyes.

“I told myself was going to give you a choice when I finally caught up to you.” I murmured withdrawing my tongue to test out a smoldering smirk on Freddy. “But, now… That’s a silly thought… You’re mine. I’d never intended to let you go. These last days, well, you were just wiggling on a line. I’m reeling you in now.” 

His little dick fit perfectly in beneath my tongue in my new mouth. I used a finger to shield it from my bottom teeth as I slide my tongue back and forth. He bit his gag so hard his teeth pierced the rubber. His little body shook while his tail thrashed between the metal legs of the rack. The cum that spurted into my mouth tasted of relief.

“That's good!” Lynxie cried out beside me, rubbing at herself desperately. “Emanuel, withdraw. Your queen requires your services.”

I clench hard onto the lion man’s cock and wrapped my tail around his waist, letting him feel its actual strength. My task accomplished, I was done playing weak and innocent. This was my show now.

The roughness of my tongue withdrew like a carpet of cat’s claws and I curled it around my Freddy’s manhood. Behind me, the Lion man cried out, latch onto my shoulders and slammed into me with savage strength.

<Squeak!> Freddy cried as I sucked hard on his soul. The human essence yielded eagerly. The gag sprang out of his mouth as the back strap slipped off his shrinking head. The sea of his soft fur flooded over the islands of tan human skin. I didn’t just take though, my pet needed to keep up with me. Chaos shaped him to my imaginings. His testicles stopped dwindling and swelled against the pads of my fingers. They churned with fresh seed.

“Gaaaav- eeeeee!” He cried out, tiny paw hands slipping free of his bonds to clutch at my ears, body bending forward over my head. I tasted his salty cum and let him go to cry out my own ecstasy. The lion man, Emanuel, was doing excellent work despite I’d trapped him like a canine bitch. Claws dug into my shoulders and teeth bit at the back of my neck. I could take whatever he could give me and then want more. 

Freddy, my precious little otter, might be three feet tall if he tilted his head back and measured from the tip of his black nose. He leaned against the pillar of his rack, blinking eyes as he absently combed through his thick chest fur, his shocked expression slowly giving way to an excited delight. He shook his tail and vibrated his entire body. Flinging himself at me, he cavorted all over my face like a dog, licking, kissing and chirping. “Gavi! Gavi!”

Gavi? That could be my name. It didn’t sound like a tigeress’ name though. 

He seemed to sense that the name didn’t fit the void that was my name and changed his chant. “Ravi? Ravilla?” Each word felt like a puzzle piece jammed into a hole that didn’t quite fit. Momentarily distracted, I let my tail’s hold on Emanuel slip and he treated to a full length, blossoming stroke of his spiny cock that ripped holes of bliss in my consciousness. I sunk my claws into the stage, threw my head back and roared. Every single one of my eyes snapped open. Emanuel’s quest for release, Freddy’s desperate need to fill the void of my name, Lynxie’s losing battle against her now raging heat, and everyone else in the theater sprang into perfect clarity. I stared out into all the eyes of the audience and the remaining “prisoners.” They all imagined the sensation I experienced, so as Emenual’s teeth clamped down on the scruff of my neck and drove his cock deep as it could go, I shared it with them. They erupted in sudden moans that turned to a cascading caterwaul screams as they all experienced the wonders of that blooming withdraw.

“Raveda?” Freddy queried as the Lion’s cock pistoned in. Closer.

“Raventa?” Pull, thrust, everyone screamed. Closer. His grip tightened.

“Ravenna?” Pull, thrust, jaws opened so wide they hurt, no breath left. Closer still. He quivered, I felt his edge. Yes, do it, breed me! Breed us all. The prisoners on the stage writhed as they their cocks burst forth, recoiled in their bodies and split into gaping pussies.

“Madam Ravinna!” The name slammed into my soul in synch with the taper point of Emanuel’s cock into my crevice. His seed shot into me with an earth-shaking roar and did not stop. Warmth poured into me, a pulsing stream that bowed my belly out to contain it. Everyone in the theater came with me, sharing mind shattering pleasure in a moment that stretched out into a second of eternal bliss. 

Warmth and carnal pleasure coupled with a spark in within my belly. 

A forever later, reality breached the moment and gravity pulled on my quavering limbs. I sunk down to the floor, exhaustion stealing my strength. The audience does not share my weakness, subjected to pleasure without cost, they turn on each other desperate to reattain that perfect moment. The shadows beyond the stage squirm as lips, tongues and bodies lock together in a mass rutt.

Above it all, a slow clap can be heard. “Bravo! Encore!” My Mistress calls as the lion man falls off my back with a groan. 

They were all mine. Everyone in this room except for the Mistress held their souls open to me. I could draw every trace of their essence into myself, mold them into creatures of lusty chaos and set them loose on the streets of the city, spreading my influence.

“<Squeak?> You okay?” Freddy nosed my forehead, and I felt the warmth of his genuine affection that had always been there but now flowed unfiltered. I wanted more of that. If I merely buried the people here under lusts, then there would be more misgivings.

I kissed his nose.

“Chrrk?” He flinched as a large hand paw closed around his ankle.

“Please, Mrowl me!” Lynxie gazed up at him with large glassy eyes, cheeks flush as her breath came out in rapid pants.

“Go,” I said, when Freddy looked at me for permission. He wasted no time diving onto the eager cat woman, her huge paws wrapping around his long body. I grinned as the Queen eagerly gave way to her former prisoner. Emanuel gathered his breath beside me, totally spent.

My mistress wanted an encore, time to give her one.

Ripping away the remains of white costume, I stood and addressed the audience. With a snap of my fingers, I burst all the pressure in their bodies into orgasm. They all fell away from each other, their eyes drawn to my pointed grin as moths to flame.

“So the novice becomes the Madam.” I boomed, placing my foot paw on the base of Freddy’s tail, and pressing, shoving his cock deep into Lynxie’s sex. Sensing a return to the performance, she wailed in pleasure, her volume redoubles as I nudge her fake orgasm into a canyon filling rush.

“I am Madam Ravinna, high priestess of your new religion.” I announced and felt the audience grow rapt as I guided my hands down my breasts and to the small bulge of my stomach. Below me, Freddy rolled off the lynx girl, who lay flat on her back, arm spread, tongue hanging limply out one side of her mouth. “You will pledge your soul to my Mistress. Won’t you Queen Lynxie.” I said, carefully hovering my foot paw over her face and spreading my toes. 

It only took a heart beat before her tongue was playing across my black toe pads in thoughtless devotion. Gasping, “I am yours Madam Ravinna, you smell… your scent. I can’t think… want mrrph.“ She buried her nose in the flesh of my foot. I shoved her cheek away.

“From Queen to a lusty thrall,” I purred my approval. “Show everyone how wet you are for the scent of my paws.”

“Yes madam!” She scrambled up onto her paws, ran out to stripper pole and swung around it, presenting her cute wet pussy to the audience. “I’m dripping for Madam Ravinna! I want her thick fingers inside me!”

“Now suck the cocks and lick the pussies anyone in the audience who offers.” I told her.

“With pleasure Madam!” She cried and dove head first off the stage.

I grinned, as she shredded the remains of a gentleman’s clothes with savage enthusiasm.

Accepting that I’d lost a small portion of the audience, I laughed and strode over to the still prone lion man.  

“You serve a goddess that rewards devoted service.” I proclaimed and swept the pads of my footpaw across his torso and then held it on his nose. Amping my musk to maximum, his cock sprang out of his sheath and he made slow unconscious circle of his hips into empty air. Turning with the sweep of my foot, I let his shaft feel the outlines of my foot, teasing the burning lust I’d inflicted him with. When he reached for my ankle, I snapped the foot away. “Patience, my yummy cock bearer,” I cooed at him. “Allow me to gather the raw materials of your prize.”

Swishing my tail, I stalked over to the three remaining prisoners who wriggled helplessly against their bonds and the heat of their newly feminine sexes. I plucked the ball gag from the mouth of the closest, a canine satyr with german Shepard markings, and kissed him. He yielded quickly to me, kissing back. Hooking a finger into his pussy, I introduced him to the pleasures of the clitoris. When the prisoner came, I pulled every scrap of masculinity from his body and mind while channeling chaos into his concepts of femineity. Six breasts swelled onto her chest as his small tummy shrank to give her body an hourglass figure.  I left her howling for cock through thick, pouty lips. Moving on to the next prisoners, leaving each with an idealized body of a stripper, minds full of fetishes for heels and craving to be dominated. Although considering how they got on the stage, I doubted that last bit was new.

Full of stolen masculinity, I kneeled at my helplessly aroused lion guard. Heedless of all the instruction I’d just received, I wrapped my tongue around his cock. A small pulse of chaos and all the rough bits of retracted like my claws. He moaned with approval as I played with all those delicious spines. Channeling the energy, the cock grew with each and every touch, until it wouldn’t simply fill me but stretch my innards to my absolute demonic tiger pussy limits.

“What are you… rrrrrr doing? Rrrrrowl… RAAAAH!” His body bucked as the cock turned into a fountain, spraying ropes of cum twenty feet into the air. The audience ooohed, reminding me of their existence and the show I wanted them to watch. I straddled the lions now massive cock.

Last time I let them all feel this, but now I made them watch. Putting my paw hands behind my head, I levered myself up and down its length. It stretched me to my limit. Below me, Emanuel clawed at the air as his body grew to fit his new manhood, his torso stretched, as his muscles of his lower body grew from cords to cabals. Two additional legs burst out as his spine cracked. His roars deepened as the new lungs of his tauric body filled. So handsome, this lion taur I’d made, the golden fur of his manes, one around his neck and again around the humanish waist. He dwarf me in every dimension. Yet under my complete control, as I milked him for every ounce of seed he could produce.

Despite this man’s transformation into my ideal breeding stock, the audience barely noticed it. He was background, a prop, for me to thrust myself down on. Their eyes followed how my stripes shook with each impact, how I played with my huge breasts, pulled on my nipples. I filled their ears with cries of my pleasure. They watched and waited, all hungry for another taste of my sensation.

Instead, took a tiny pieces of their essence and reforged it into a shard of my feline femininity. If they gave into its lusts they’d have their own heat to deal with in a few days. Then the ritual would reveal itself in their minds, the humans would be my house cats and the fey touch would become even more as they gifted me with their essence.

The thought of all these people becoming my lust crazed monsters, with adoration in their eyes, finally brought me over my own edge.

I licked my chops as I lifted myself off my quivering, mewling wreck of a liontaur and click my tongue once. “Lynxie, say goodnight. The shows over.”

“Meewwrl?” She answered and after a pause scrabbled back onto the stage, wiping her mouth with back of paw. Shaking herself, she twirled around the pole once. “Alright ya’ll, time to go home and clean your whiskers. Come again to the Cat House.” 

The curtain fell to a smattering of confused applause. They wanted more, of course. They’d seek it and find me.

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