Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 35

While introducing Buttercup to Jillian, I realized that my heels no longer rested on the ground. My feet were not yet paws, but they were getting there, the balls of my feet had widened considerably and hooked claws protruded from each toe. Couldn’t retract them yet. Apparently, consuming a man’s gender in addition to taking this essence fueled the transformation. I turned the carpet into hardwood floors after the claws nearly tripped me. The claws clicked loudly as I walked, but the minor annoyance was nothing compared to the joy of progress on my path.

I considered hunting again and adding to my herd. Maybe I needed a hen? Or create a more functional cow to process all this milk into cheese or something.  Yet I felt reasonably full and I didn’t have the time to hunt down Freddy. Settling Buttercup had taken a while. Jillian was an eager milkmaid but her stubby fingers had difficulty squeezing the teats correctly, even after I’d created some paws shaped gloves so she wouldn’t get fur in the milk.

There was nothing for it. Xiantia’s command burned in my brain.  I had to wear my whites.  The wedding lingerie that I’d bought a lifetime ago, when I’d still possessed a name, waited for me in my closet. While the steel spike punk outfit called out to me, the lacey white corset and panties set spoke to an innocence that I’d left far behind. I’d embraced my Mistress’ predatory nature. I needed human essence and to avoid hunger I’d happily introduce human after human to their inner horny animal. White no longer suited me. 

Yet, I had little choice in the matter. I wore Xianta’s collar. It chafed for the first time as I pulled on the panties. They were sparsely adorned with silver sequins, more of Foxy’s thing than mine. The corset fit my frame, but no matter how I adjusted it always felt a bit too tight. Foxy assured me it looked awe inspiring, but the get up made me feel small and uneasy as I busied myself waiting for Xianta to appear. I painted my claws to match, white, and put on pale makeup. I found myself wishing for some spot of gold or other color but I couldn’t bring myself to, whether this was hesitance on my part or an inbuilt compulsion from the Mistress I couldn’t tell. The white fabric of the corset and panties matched the white fur of my front and spread the color all the way around my torso. New accessories for the outfit had appeared: lacy tail sleeve, white gloves and ribbon ankle wrappings. It muted and covered up the majority of my stripes.

While I could still open my eyes that hid among my stripes, it was simply fabric, but something about it gave me an awareness of my vulnerability. The outfit marked me as prey, eager prey, as if I were walking out into the world and offering it my throat.

Meet me where you acquired this outfit. Xianta’s command blazed across my mind as I finished tying the last fussy bit of ribbon around my ankle.

“Yes Mistress.” I whispered to the air. Anxiety wrapped my tail around my legs. Had I done something wrong? Didn’t she need to use the mirror to exit her ship? I waited a moment, looking into the mirror, hoping but she did not appear.  Wetting my lips nervously I reached for my silken robe and experienced a brush of disembodied disapproval. My hand flinched back as if I’d burned my fingers.

No armor, no hiding, just me apparently.  A test? A test of what? My heart fluttered as I went to my apartment door. Doubts and questions swirled within my head. She’d always warned me to be careful in the world. The MDA were a serious threat, like a nest of wasps, anger them and a swarm would bring us crashing down. Yet she wanted me to expose myself like this?

Yes.

That's what she wanted. So I turned the handle and walked out into the hallway clad in an outfit that advertised vulnerability. It's not like I’m defenseless, I told myself. Nothing had dulled my claws and chaos remained within reach. I just felt like an unescorted bride walking down the street.

I only met a few people on the elevator ride down to the garage. Most refused to get into the steel cage with me. One woman took a calculated glance over my body and stepped in. She set her back against the wall and stared at me. A strange hunger in her eyes. I was twice her size, but I couldn’t meet her gaze.

Yet, I felt my loins warm with her desire.

I could have done so many things to answer that, but I did not.

Tonight my mistress had deigned me the prey. Not a Tiger but a house cat.

When the elevator opened to the garage, I nearly bolted out of it. The clicks of my claws on the concrete echoed in my ears while I hurried to the safety of my car. The door opened smoothly, and I threw myself into the driver's seat. 

 Safe inside, I let out a shaky breath, then told my aching pussy to shut the hell up as I started the car. It was no use. My mind wandered to fact I was going back to the Horny Unicorn. Was the Mistress taking me shopping? 

What was she planning?

The unknowns were more than enough to make me an aching mess by the time I found parking somewhat near the Horny Unicorn. 

Stepping out into the street caused several men nearby to give themselves a violent case of whiplash. My tail puffed at the sudden movement. I had to reach back and smooth it physically. 

“Red light district’s a few blocks over lady.” Someone jeered.

“Want a drink, pussy cat? I’ll buy.”

I snarled, presented my claws, and the smaller men shrank back. “I’m taken.”

To my surprise, they backed off without any further displays on my part. I was still a tiger after all. I wouldn’t submit to randos. My walk to the Horny Unicorn attracted plenty of attention, but I made it without physical molestation. 

I didn’t see Xianta but as I cast around looking for her human garb among the bustling crowd, a massive hand closed on the scruff of my neck. My body froze instinctively.

“What a tasty morsel to be found in the middle of this street.”

“Mistress!” I near squeaked with happiness.

A metallic click sounded, and I felt a tug on my collar. She laughed and released my neck. I turned around to find her in her true form but sized down to only tower over me by maybe a foot or so.

“Stay.” Xianta tapped my nose and my entire body locked up. Only the lungs and eyes remained free. I gave a little noise of surprise as she stepped back, long tail swishing with animation as examined me with a critical eye. Slowly, she walked in a circle around me, tapping a finger to her chin as she considered my body. As she passed out of my peripheral vision, her hand roved across my buttocks and batted my tail. “Mmmm, you’ve become so pretty, my pet. So confident in such a short time.” She said, crossing into my vision and I saw a delicate chain leading from my neck to a small loop of leather that dangled from a finger. “I think its time I show you off a little. Heel Pet.”

My paralysis disappeared, and I swiftly moved to walk beside her.   

“Show me off? But Mistress I thought we-”

“Ssssh,” She cut me off. “No talk of plans and future, tonight you're a nubile innocent. It is not your place to worry about the state of the world.”

I braced myself for the twisting of thought that would make her words true but nothing happened.

And she laughed. “Not all roles require absolute authenticity. In fact, the drama you’re about to star in will benefit from a wink and a laugh at the audience.” 

Drama? Then I realized that she led me not towards the entrance of the Horny Unicorn but into the neighboring building, the Cat Scratch Theater. A near brutalist construction, decorated with flaking emerald paint. Lights chased around the billboard on the marquee and every air on my body stiffened as I read the text there.

Cock Sucking School

 

Starring:

 

The Pet

 

Ice dripped down my spine and a strangled mew escaped my throat.

“Mistress!” I whined, stopping in my tracks.

“Yes?” She stopped to regard me.

I searched her face for any hope of appeal but saw only a wry amusement. Still, I had to try.

“Isn’t this risky Mistress? What about the MDA?”

One ear flicked, in annoyance? In amusement? I couldn’t be sure. 

“What’s the matter pet? This is something you need to learn isn’t it? The whole reason you lost your pet otter, that rough tongue of yours requires some special techniques. Where else better to learn them?”

“I’d figure it out.” I mumbled, but Xianta had already begun to turn away. With a sharp pull on my leash, I stumbled into her side. Her arm crossed around my shoulders and squeezed me, herding me toward the brass framed doors of the theater.

“Yes, you would, but this way I shall be entertained. Besides, the Fey are not the only species that can benefit from the power of spectacle. Please me and you will be ready for you last task.”

I answered her in the only way I could. “As you wish, Mistress.” 

“Good Pet.”

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