Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 36

The interior of the Cat House proved to be that of a classical play house, a large stage with red velvet curtains loomed over the sloped floor that held the majority of the audience. Balconies lined the walls. Squinting, I could imagine that this might have once held off-broadway plays, catering to artsy and pretentious patrons. Fully closing, my eyes opened my senses to the smell of sex and feline musk that impregnated every surface.

Then there was the obvious addition of a short runway that led out to a small round platform where a thirty-foot stripper pole stretched into the ceiling among the scaffolds that held a dazzling array of lights. The audience members near it sat in spacious recliners capable of swiveling to face where ever the action drew their attention. The traditional red fabric of the seats had been traded for vinyl. 

Xianta pulled me off to the side as we entered, allowing audience member to trickle in by ones and twos. An even split of fey touched and those who at least presenting as normal humans. They flowed into each and every seat in the house. I wondered if the Cat House was normally so packed or Xianta had used her influence. I didn’t see any threads of our magic within any of the audience. Lucky them. They were going to get their money’s worth. No one seemed to see me, but I knew it was a matter of time.

The flow of people dried up, and the lights dimmed. A soft, tinny melody began to play as the curtains opened with the barest whisper of a creaking pulley. The stage remained cavernous black, but my eyesight made out a figure sitting on a grand throne. With the snap of a switch, two small spots of light appeared. I blinked away the dazzle and stiffened as made out what they contained.

Paws, wide feline footpaws, gray furred and spotted. Their enshadowed owner sat cross-legged, one footpaw planted against the ground and the other posed to display their pink pads and beans. The sight of them immediately triggered a flood of moisture in my loins and I took a deep breath, imaging the feel of those pads on my face.

“It is the end of the day in the court of Queen Lynxie, who is in the midst of doing a little… grooming.” A voice boomed through the speakers.

“Mrrrrowl” A smooth feminine voice sighed as another spot light reveal the occupant of the throne as she lapped at her oversize handpaw. Her tongue led my eyes down the length of her stubby finger, over the curve of her sickle like claw as the hand turned to reveal the beans. Her tip of her claw trace length of her sharp fang before the vivid red tongue played across her black lips and she smiled.

I started, my vision expanded from its pinprick focus to behold this queen. Petite in size, lithe wiry frame, four tea cup breasts perked from the auburn copper skin of her chest. Thick fur started at her elbows and knees, blossoming into stout forearms and calves before ending paws would be outsized on me, let alone her tiny body. She wore nothing but a miniature crown that sat atop her head. Despite this, she projected a palpable sense of authority. After regarding the audience with fearless yellow eyes for a long moment, one of her tufted ears fixed on me.

“Hark. Who approaches my court at this hour?” She asked, tilting her head.

Xianta moved suddenly, jerking my leash as she started down the aisle toward the stage. I stumbled after her, somehow unable to find my balance as Xianta paraded ahead of me, her footsteps booming over the sound system, along with my own struggling pants. A column of light snapped into existence over the small forward stage, coating the rest of the theater in absolute darkness. When I arrived at the stage, I panted as if I’ve been forced to march for miles.

Queen Lyxnie did not look in our direction but to the sky, “What have you brought me, O goddess?”

I shrieked as Xianta scooped me up and dumped me on to the stage. The spot light burned my vision white, and I quickly rolled onto my belly to shield my eyes. A chain jangled.

“Break a leg.” Xianta whispered, “I’ll be watching.” 

“Ooooooh, the goddess has brought me a novice to learn the ways of my court.” The Queen purred as I felt my collar pull on my neck. A line of silver gleamed in my vision as the waxy floor slipped beneath me. The leash, she held my leash, winding it lazily around one of her paws and dragging me towards her.

No. One of my legs was moving almost of its one accord, subtlely pushing me along in time with Lyxnie’s movements. I could feel not a script precisely but an expectation of what Lynxie wanted me to do. As I explored the sensation, my body stopped moving.

The Queen grunted, “She’s a big novice too.” Then took the chain with both hands. The crowd tittered from beyond the lights.

Realizing that she couldn’t actually move me herself, I moaned dramatically and kicked hard when she pulled, sending myself sliding all the way the foot of the throne.

“Aww, the Goddess was rough on you. You must have disappointed her.” Queen Lynxie opined as she looked down at me with unfeigned curiosity. 

“I-mmph!” I started only for from her soft pads to stomp down on my face. The sudden contact sent a lightning strike of arousal down my body.

“Not to worry, I shall make my own assessments.” Queen Lyxnie declared and lifted her paw from my face, leaving me gasping. My cheeks burned as the weight of audience's gaze bore down on me, leaden with judgement. A tiger cowed by this tiny slip of a creature. A light kick to my shoulder bade me to orient myself length wise to the audience as Lynxie strode to stand between my splayed feet.

“Let see how you rate novice.” Lynxie stepped forward to place her paw over my foot, engulfing it. She slid it upward over my striped fur, petting it against the grain. I quivered. 

“Sensitive tiggy arn’t you?” She said, stopping once my lacy anklet blocked her progress, then repeated the process with my other leg, ankle to knee this time. Smiled at me with feline satisfaction before stepping onto my inner thighs. Her paws spread the weight of her body so I could bear it effortlessly. The sense of her pads so close to my sex had my breath hitching, my pussy lips so swollen against my panties that I’m sure she saw their folds in the fabric.

“Looks like that pussy of yours is certainly large enough to sate a goddess.” She said and with an elegant swing of her leg pressed her footpad right onto my sex.

“Eeeeee!” I released the most inelegant sound as electric pleasure forked through my body, causing me to spasm uncontrollably. Yet she adjusted for my motions, riding me with practiced skill. 

“Moist too!” She declared, spreading her pawhands to maintain balance while she rubbed the length of my silt. “Its almost as if… this novice has some specific kink for paws. You’re so lucky that we decide royalty in this kingdom by the size of our paws.” 

There was distant laughter, but the world was flickering in and out as I tried to coordinate my hips enough to thrust against her, but the blessed touch suddenly lifted. “Mmeeewru!” I cried out for their return but only received a weight on my corseted stomach. I fell back against the stage and opened my eyes to behold Lynxie as she slowly walked her way up my torso, narrating my qualities as she went.

“Bit of a paunch under here. Ooooh and these breasts are very soft.” She toyed with my boobs for several long torturous minutes. Any attempt to raise my arms were firmly pressed away. Then, finally, her pads loomed into my vision like a constellation of pink suns and night came as they descended. They didn’t have my mistress’s mind warping scent, but Lynxie had me so worked up it didn’t matter. I licked across her foot in blind desperate, lust.

“Hehehe,” She giggled evilly, “My court could always use another foot groomer. Show me what your tongue can do, you paw fucking novice.”

“Yes my queen!” I cried out between laps and redoubled my efforts. I directed my tongue between her offered toes, sucked on her sharp claws and nibbled around the edges of her pads. Her stoicism slowly collapsed. 

“Thats… very good… Novice!” She gasped as the paw slide away to plant itself on the ground beside my head. I had the briefest image of her small pussy before it descended. I met it halfway, clapping my hands over her hips and lapping across her sex. She slapped her pawhands on the top of my skull and cried out.

“Holy Goddessssss!” Her thighs clamped down on either side of my face, the world narrowed to just her sweet pussy and how deep I could drive my tongue into it. I saw the flame of her soul. Human essence balanced against that of the fey cat. It be so easy to disturb it, make this queen into a yowling animal, but I refrained. Focused instead on exploring every inner fold with my tongue. As her human voice broke into feline cries of orgasm, I saw new stars beyond her soul. Before I could focus on those, I found myself shoved back and my tongue lapped at only air.

“Ooooh!” Lynxie exclaim, staggering away, “Oh fuck… Rough. Your tongue’s even…” she steadied herself, taking a few deep breaths before continuing. “Rougher than mine. My royally wet pussy is barely a match for it.” Laughing, she whispered to the audience, “Trust me, you wouldn’t last two licks ladies, I’m a professional, do not try to take this one home.”

“Clearly!” Lyxnie straightened up and resumed her regal posture as the audience’s laughter rolled from the dark beyond the stage. “We will have to tame your wild and brutal tongue, otherwise you’ll shred any cock that goes near your blessed mouth. Is will take hardwork on your part and endurance on the part of your partners. Fortunately, we have plenty of volunteers for you to practice on! Bring in the prisoners!” 

The audience erupted in cheers and whooped as a guitar riffed over the speakers. Stage lights flared, illuminating a dozen of black clad figures rushing out of the background. Two seized the throne and rolled it off stage, while the majority wheeled naked men out onto the stage. Each was strapped to a steel X in a spread-eagle position, and blind folded. All sported cocks that were held erect by a shiny cock ring.

“Please welcome the Cat House’s prisoners, they’re even braver than usual tonight because the lesson tonight is very real!” Lynxie led the audience through another round of applause as I stood up from the ground. Another actor had joined us, a huge lion man who carried a spear and wore a thin blue loin cloth that did not hid his grapefruit sized balls much at all.

“We will start with a demonstration by yours truly, Queen Lynxie!” She declared with a pirouette. “Guard! Select the lucky prisoner who will be graced by my royal tongue!”

The Lion man quickly grabbed the closest prisoner and pushed him into the center stage. A leopard spotted fey touched with an impressive sized cock.

“Come novice! Let me show you the secrets of cock sucking with a tool designed to shred meat.” Lynxie giggled again and danced over to join me beside the prisoner.   

“We cats have poor reputations when it comes to the dispensing of pleasure orally.” Lynxie opined to the crowd as she batted at the prisoner’s stiff cock. “Our tongues do fine on lubricated surfaces, so us felines have no trouble eating pussy. Yet, on a stiff human cock.” Winking, she extended her claws to prod the prisoner’s balls, he squirmed and struggled against his bonds. “Here can be hurt feelings and unfun blood.”

“However, novice,” She grinned at me, “Its all about how you use your tools.” Flipping her giant handpaws around, she began to stroke the man’s cock with only the broad outer arc of her claws with expert dexterity. The man soon was gasping and shivering, trying to thrust against her hands. “The same tools that we hunt with can deliver pleasure with a change of angle. Shall we see how sharp that tongue of yours is?”

The woman’s paws twirled around her as she whirled once before springing up at me. Her pillowy mitts slapped onto either side of my head and she kissed me with savage aggression. The warmth of her tongue slipped between my lips, rough surface scraping the roof of my mouth. Then tilted her head and her tongue flipped, adhering against mine. Working our mouths, she slid her long muscle further back, making my gag reflex flutter. The rasps of our tongue interlocked and my jaw opened wide as we pulled against each other in an oral tug of war. Just as I felt our tongues begin to tear apart, she gave a little thrust, unhooking us. As my own tongue fled in an instinctive swallow she pursued, slipping beneath mine, exploring the root of muscle that anchored my tongue to the floor of my mouth. No bite of her rasps at all.

She fell back from the kiss, eyes shining with pride as showed me folded tongue, so it only presented its smooth underside by pressing the tip against her front teeth. Playfully she flicked it out the tip of her tongue and licked her broad black nose. “You definitely have a tiger’s tongue, no deep throating anything you want to give back but watch and learn novice.” She kicked at the prisoner’s rack.

He yelped as the blow rotated him to a profile. Lynxie melted down to his feet before rubbing her cheek all the way up his leg and purred loudly while lifted his balls with her nose. Then, using her folded tongue, she slowly groomed up the length of the prisoner’s shaft.  By the time she began to circling the edge of his forskin, he was screaming around the ball gag in his mouth, unable to cum due to the cock ring. Using a single pad of a finger, she guided and curled the tongue around the cock’s tip.

“Most folks need a muzzle to do this next part, but I’m skilled and this guy’s not that big.” She whispered at me before opening her mouth wide and taking the cock tip beneath her tongue, sandwiching it between it and the side of her lower jaw. The man's body shook and spasmed after only a pulsatile strokes.

Lynxie twisted her head clear, made a gesture at the man’s balls and the cock ring sprang free with a metallic ting! White spooge erupted from the prisoner’s cock, spraying across the stage. The audience cheered and thundered for Queen Lynxie. The Lion guard swiftly took the prisoner back stage and wheeled the next one up me.

“Now its your turn novice. Prove you’ve learned well from my lessons.” Lynxie gestured to the next cock, this one red and moist, canine. Awell lubed cock. Starting me off easy.

I sank down to my knees, and swept my tail around me to accentuate the motion, hoping to muster half of Lynxie’s showy grace. Folding my tongue like she has was easy, but it did not want to stay that way. I had to half bite it, a wrong twitch and it sprang back to its normal shape. Worst was the feeling of wrongness as that slid it against the slick skin of that canine cock. My tongue did not want to touch it there, it wanted to curl around it, taste it. But when it escaped the grip of my teeth and the man near leapt free of his rack. Clearly, they were flimsier than they looked.

Once that happened, my prisoner was wheeled away. Embarrassed, I did even worse on the second man and I clearly heard a bark of my Mistresses’ laughter over the sympathetic groans in the audience. 

“Your being far too stiff with this Novice.” Lynxie tsked before addressing the audience, “Do you think the novice needs a little encouragement? A little stretch of her own? A nice fat cock to keep her loose?”

“Yeah!” The crowd answered.

“Can’t hear you!” Lynxie cupped a hand to a tufted ear and incited the audience into a roar as I wondered what Lynxie meant. Then I spotted the confident smirk of our lion guard.

Oh! My eyes strayed to the cat man’s cock and felt myself clench with anticipation. He’d moved his loin cloth aside so I could gaze at his spined monster. Lynxie talked about something or other, but I didn’t hear it, focusing on the beast man approaching me. He had a full mane that partially obscured his muscular chest. My tail raised in invitation as he circled around behind me. Then his hands gripped my buttocks and my legs pushed up into a full, presenting stance. Worshipfully his claws combed down the fur of my legs, his touch ignited my ache to into a blaze of need.

“I dun know who the hell you are to get Lynxie to redo our entire show for you, but I’ll forgive a lot when you show up with legs like these.” He whispered, and the unexpected compliment set my ears tingling. With a smooth, gentle motion, he gripped my hips and press against me, his cock sliding across my wet panties.

“How you like to do this?” He asked. “I can make it look good, keep my cock right where it is. Or… I can give you the full experience. The spines are soft but most have trouble performing anything but moans their first time with me.”

“I can take it. Give it to me.” I growled back. 

“Try not to bite off anyone’s dick.” He said, causally ripping out the crotch of my panties. Without another sound, he filled me in a way that I hadn’t been sure was possible with the size of my Rashaka pussy. His cock didn’t stretch me in the least but instead the shape of brought overwhelming sensation of satisfaction. Then when he pulled back, those spines dug and raked across the surface of my inner walls, kicking off a fluttering sensation that froze my body to the spot. It threw me bodily against the cliff of orgasm, pressed me against it, ground my cheek into the coarse stone. When he changed direction his cock tickled a spot deep inside of me and the wall gave way. I tumbled into a chaotic orgasm that reached into my hips and squeezed two points near my kidneys.

He’s gonna knock me up. The thought ripped through me as I roared out the bliss of his cock gave me. My other senses flared, probed into his soul. More fey cat than human essence danced in his flame, his virility magically enhanced in a way that meshed with my own altered sex. If he came it could take, would take, if I let it.

That right Pet. I heard Xianta’s voice float through my head. You’re still mortal enough that cubs are a possibility if you wish. This male is one of the few in the city that could father them.

I could get pregnant? The revelation rocked me nearly as hard as the orgasm. If I wanted… did I want?

Lynxie sharp tooth grinned filled my vision. “Earth to Novice, seems like you're enjoying the perks of my court, but I need you focus now or I’ll have to tell my guard there to pull out. Nod if you can hear me.”

Gathering my shattered wits around me, I complied.

“Good girl.” Lynxie praised me and told the guard to thrust, very slowly. The way his spines blossomed within me had me floating, almost out of my body as Lynxie wheeled up the next cock. My multitude of eyes itched to open, to see all around me, to bend it. Not yet, I told myself. Mistress wanted a show.

Instead, I fixed on the cock in front of me, folded my tongue and gave it a shaky lap along it it length. Timing my licks with the blooming of pleasure that accompanied the lion cock’s withdrawal, I had the man kicking against his bonds. Yet, he screamed not in a good way when I tried to take him into my mouth. Lynxie quickly wheeled him away. I used the moment of rest to thrust myself against the lion, he’d seemed even harder than before, his pace steady as the waves of the ocean. I had no doubt he could do this for hours. My tongue flicked against my front teeth in unspoken pleas for him to speed his thrusts. I groped at my own breast through the white fabric of my corset.

“Don’t think about the mechanics so hard,” Lynxie instructed as the next cock came into range. “Take the pleasure you feel and pass it forward.” 

“Yes queen.” I breathed as I folded my tongue again. Transfer the pleasure? I could do that directly, but that be cheating and being filled was so different from the sensitivity of a phallus. I could barely remember what it felt like. I tightened myself around the lion guy and heard him groan with approval. Right, tightness, speed. That all mattered.

I raised my hand, noted that true claws protruded from my finger tips now, and gripped the dick. While licking its underside, I squeezed it in a gentle undulation, trying to mimic the hold my pussy had on the lion’s dick as he thrust it into my depths at his achingly slow pace. Then I imagine what I wanted to happen, I sped up my ministrations, focusing on flicking my tongue’s underside across the slit on the very tip. He quivered but as I took it into my mouth, he gave a muffled yelp and the crowd awww’d at me as my bone was whisked away.

“So close that time,” Lynxie said, “I think you’ll like the next one though.”

What did I do wrong? I ran my tongue across my teeth and found my fangs considerably larger than I remembered. Why now? I hadn’t absorbed any essence since I’d arrived on stage. Yet, I could feel the last of my humanity slowly leaking away. Something about the rightness of the lion cock in me. The tiny half seeds of life slowly drifting towards my womb.

A familiar scent blasted all thought away, a vibrant and familiar mustelid musk. My eyes widened as I took in the small cock that hovered in front of my nose. Tapered, vivid red and protruded from a sheath of dark brown fur. I recognized it.

“Freddy?!”

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