Striped, Heated and Collared Chapter 33

You will wear your whites. 

I woke with Xianta's directive burning in my brain and the scent of bacon in my nose. Warmth against my chest and stomach. Foxy lay sprawl across me, arms spread out, head resting between my breasts. 

"nrrrf." They protested sleepily when I stroke their muzzle and the white tail more vibrated than wagged. Another day. I couldn't bring myself to push my slender beauty off just yet, so I scanned my bed chambers. They had shifted. My furniture had grown more opulent, a blend of red silks, satin orange and an elegant trimming of gold. My once murphy bed now consisted of a stout wooden frame, sheer red curtains draped from the corners. Much more suitable for Rashaka. 

Jillian stood at attention beside the door to the apartment's inner rooms, wearing her maid uniform and a pleased smile, her tail lashing behind her. Lifting my head, I noted the heaping platter of small pancakes and bacon waiting on the little stage I had created for Foxy. Had I... redecorated when I made the stage? Or had the room changed on its own? 

I gently rolled Foxy to the side. They whined softly and curled up beside me. My stomach growled as I pulled myself to sit in front of the food. The bacon was the perfect combination of salty and meaty crunch. Small shallow bowls besides the pancakes contained both maple and berry compotes, eliminating the need for silver wear by dipping the two bite sized pancakes. 

Jillian's smile grew as I ate, and my ears caught her quiet purr. What a lucky find. I had known Foxy dwelled within Carla but it had taken more effort than I'd thought to draw her out. Meanwhile, Jillian's mind was completely unnudged, besides a few light feline instincts. Peeking at her inner glow revealed she wasn't even horny, simply happy watching me eat the food she prepared. I made a show of the last few pancakes, soaking up the last of the syrup. My nails didn't make it easy. The sticky stuff ran over my palms and got in the striped fuzz on the back of my hand. I lifted it to my mouth to lick it clean and stopped. 

Laughing playfully, I extend my syrupy hand to Jillian and crooked my finger. Her ears perked, and she hurried over. 

"Yes Madam? Did you enjoy your breakfast?" She asked, voice bright.

"I did indeed, but I seem to have gotten my hand all sticky. As my maid, clean it." Opening my hand, I spread my fingers across the width of her face and watched her pupils narrow.  

"Certainly Madam," she breathed, gently took my wrist and ran her wet, smooth tongue across my palm and to the tip of my middle finger.  

I huffed in disapproval, and her gaze jerked up to meet my eyes. "Did I do it wrong?"  

"That's not the proper way to grooming anything. That tongue of yours is awful and wet." I told her in my sternest throaty purr, trying hard not to smile. 

"I'm sorry! I'll- mew!" She cried out as I hooked a nail over the top of her apron and pulled her close.  

"We'll fix that." I grinned, enjoying her flash of fear before I kissed her. She yielded immediately to me, her essences rushing into my mouth as if it were fleeing a predator within her. This time I let it, drinking deeply to answer the hunger that the food did not touch. She both made me breakfast and was my breakfast. 

Her lips thinned against my own as she gained a short muzzle. The tricolor fuzz that covered her body grew into proper fur, while her breasts shrank a tad, she gained another two pairs. My other eyes opened to watch her legs bend, her size dwindle, her fingers shorten as claws grew, then fold back into the fat digits. I took as much as I could without her losing all use of her thumbs, or the ability to walk upright. I released her and plucked away the strand of drool that trailed between our tongues. 

"There's my little Calico maid." I smiled as she wobbled woozily. 

"Mrrrow..." She sighed and shook herself. The shake traveled down from her head to the tip of her tail. Then looked up at me in awe. Poor thing, she'd shrunk down to a whisker length above three feet tall. Should have given her at least a bobcat or maybe a leopard glyph, she'd struggle with her duties being so small. Could I give her some height? Transfer it from someone else? Use chaos to sculpt her a bit more?

As I pondered options, Jillian turned her adorable pawhands over and back, experimentally squishing the pink beans together. Her tail wiggled with excitement. Pure joy in her mismatched eyes. Her ear twitched and those eyes fixed on my still sticky hand. She pounced, clapping her paws around my wrist and assaulting it with her newly roughen tongue. Purring like a lawn mower, she scraped away every last molecule of sugar on my skin before grooming my fur. Eyes closed, she completely lost herself in the Rythem of her lapping tongue. She finished my hand swiftly and worked her way up my arm. I did not stop her, the gentle pull of her tongue was so soothing, it was easy to relax back and let her work. My own deep rumble joined her purr.  

I knew I should go and do something. I needed more human essence and to hunt down my dear Freddy but the gentle grooming dissuaded me. Jillian worked up to my shoulder,  across my collar and down my chest. Foxy stirred beside me, watching this happen with a sly smile. Jillian remained entirely business like until tongue circle a nipple. I gave a soft moan of pleasure and Jillian's tail sprang upward, then slowly drifted downward, almost reluctantly. 

Foxy smile grew into a crystal filled grin. They crept around to Jillian's rear and waited. 

Your grooming the Madam, thats all she asked for. That's all I should do. Jillian's thoughts shouted over our connection as one of her pawhands explored her chest and drifted toward her own sex. 

I let it happen. 

When Jillian's tongue strayed over my nipple I growled with approval and as her tail lifted, Foxy’s nose darted beneath it. 

Jillian yowled with surprise, her tail floofed, claws dug into my skin. For the moment, the only sound in the room was the subtle lapping of Foxy's tongue. I watched Jillian's shock transmute to a panting bliss before she dived on my nipple. I roared as she stole milk from my teat. 

"Continue your duties." I told her, gently pushing her off my nipple but I still needed to give the milk within her a command, "You cannot come until I allow it."

"Mrrow." She protested before continuing the grooming at a far more frantic pace. Her paws kneaded my stomach, then my inner thighs. Overhead her tail lashed faster and faster as Foxy propelled her into toward an orgasm she could not have. Hips shook as she reached the thick fur that guarded my own sex. 

Her head lifted, eyes gleaming wetly in desperation, and mewled. 

"Not yet. Maybe after that tongue of yours pleasures me a bit. Maybe." I said, widening my legs in invitation and winked.

She fell on my pussy with even greater enthusiasm than at the restaurant, that sandpaper delivering savage pleasure with every lap. There was no coherence to her attack, a flailing of her little tongue, bouncing across my inner lips, a nip at my clit, darting inside. She was like a little chaos dance centered at the entrance of my sex. My stoicism shattered, I grabbed hold of my own nipples and twisted. She sent me hurdling over a cliff of bliss. I gushed into her face. Jillian pulled back, sputtering for breath, licking at her own saturated whiskers. 

Foxy sprang onto her back and I let my hold on my maid's pleasure relax a little as the canine cock skewered her sex. Her jaw sprang open and she released a feline wail of pleasure. 

"I didn't tell you stop." I growled. 

Jillian slammed her muzzle into my sex so hard there was a small splash. With Foxy thrusting into her, she lost her wildness and focused entirely on my clit, licking, sucking and nipping lightly. I felt it swell to the size of a golf ball beneath her attentions and I lost control. All my eyes opened as my spine bent from the intensity of it all. I saw all of us, undulations of magic and pleasure moving through us. The knot I'd tied in Jillian's pleasure held back a mind breaking amount of pressure that built with every one of Foxy's thrusts. Foxy slid themselves up and down Jillian's back, deriving more pleasure from their overly sensitive nipples than from their actual cock as their spade burning with an un answered need. Their motion shifted, gripping Jillian's shoulders as they stopped thrusting, hips changing to side to side motion, working their knot into Jillian's tight little sex.  

So close, I felt their ecstasy, the taste of it added to my own. Their minds united by our lusts. Focus and free of doubt. Mine, both of them. One offered and one taken. And... Jillian's tongue strayed, licking the full length of my slit and flicking across my clit. My body spasmed, shoving her against Foxy, the knot popped in. We all trembled together in a breathless moment. I pulled my tie on Jillian's pleasure and it opened within her like a parachute, my magic acting like a ripcord. We all roared in our own way, my sawing growl, Foxy clamped their teeth on Jillian's scruff as they pumped her full. Jillian released a climbing yowl, that died away to a chattering teeth only to erupt anew. 

Slowly, my servant's eyes glazed like glass they and tilted to the side. Sadly my own afterglow didn't last too long. My deep loins ached for more attention but as a want, not true need yet. I swung my leg up over the pair to sit beside them, pet their fur. 

Foxy stirred first, displaying a satisfied smile. I booped their nose. 

"Guess you can do something other than dance," I teased. 

"Isn't it a sort of dance though? It has a rhythm coupled with movement." Foxy whispered, planted their hand on the mattress and made to push themselves up. The motion was aborted as both cat and fox squeaked together, Jillian's eye snapping open. 

"Meow!?" Jillian turned her head and hissed at Foxy before looking up at me. "Meow mew, mow mew..." A suspicious confusion narrowed her eyes. "Mewmew muirr chak." 

"Whats the matter? Cat got your tongue?" I asked, scratching under her chin. 

"Meow?" she glanced away. 

"I kept you just human enough so you can continue to be my maid. No need for human vocal cords though." I teased, although it had been a total oversight on my part.

"Mrrrr." Her ears went half back as she thought. Foxy shifted, and she flinched, uttering an adorable, “mewp!” Then hissing at Foxy. 

"Its not my fault you smelled like an invitation. You like it better when I push instead?" Foxy gripped Jillian's tail and made a gentle thrust. 

Jillian angered softened and on the second thrust, her eyes were rolling back, paw hands kneeding at the sheets. 

"This is the opposite of getting us unstuck." Foxy whispered, leaning in to nibble at Jillian's ear. 

Her only answer was a long mew. 

I chuckled and cupped Jillian's chin. She focused on me slowly. 

"Your form is not fixed yet. If it ever will be. Think about what you want. If you want your voice back, then expect to work for it." I said, lying easily, she'd slowing turn back into a human on her own, without my help but be so much more satisfying to challenge her a little. 

She nodded, then closed her eyes to revel in Foxy's cock. 

"You two have fun. Make sure the bed is clean once you're finished breeding." I said, standing. 

"Yes madam, ah." Foxy said, already starting to pant. 

I gestured and the space of my apartment rippled. My bed briefly overlapped with Jillian's giant kitty basket and the pair of them disappeared, drawn back to Jillian's quarters. 

My servants were getting along. That was splendid, but I'd fed on Jillian as much as I dared. While I wasn't starving, my soul still ached with hunger. I needed a meal or several before the mistress claimed me for tonight's entertainment. Time to hunt. 

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