Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 32

One more thing to teach me? Part of me hoped that lessons would occupy the remainder of the night. Instead, I found myself walking up the rope bridge soon after my mistress turned off the TV. I paused at the door to my apartment and looked back, taking in the kaleidoscopic sky and the inky black river that Xianta's impossibly long ship-serpent occupied. The gentle undulation of the masts that resembled elongated spines of vertebra, shuttered holes lined the wall directly beneath the deck, hiding cannons? Below that, the planks shortened progressively, until they gave up pretending to be dead wood and became overlapping scales. The eyes lived there, watching me, clustered like a community of diverse barnacles above a singular mouth that traveled along the length of the serpent. Expressions rippled along the reptilian lips, thin-lipped smiles, a grin of nightmarish teeth, a scowl and a frown traveled along its length. I knew so little about my mistress. Was she the captain of this creature? Or could she be its pet as I was hers? Perhaps she herself was only an extension of the serpent ship and she was a little more than a hand puppet. 

It did not matter; I loved Xianta, regardless whether or not she removed her collar from my neck. I felt it with my fingertips, ran my thumb over the three locks. The threads of magic within them revealed themselves to me, laying bare their complexity but not their secrets. I gleaned no more insight as to their function, same as if you had laid the architecture of a computer CPU in front of me. There were far more than one lesson Xianta had to teach me. My eyes gazed along the empty decks. They made my eyes itch, like staining against a darkness. I let my lids fall and I stared into their dark, shutting out the swirling auras. In the blackness that wasn't I saw the deck swarming with all manner of shapes, climbing the rigging, sitting in small circles, dozens engaged in a tug of war with a massive beast who held the rope in two of his three jaws as the third laughed. The laugher rang out as a wave, echoing from the past or maybe the future? It beckoned me and I took three stepped toward the ship before I halted and opened my eyes. The ship deck remained empty as a void. I knew Jasper and his ilk dwelled below decks, but they were only the sad shells of people, things that had forgotten themselves. Their presence weighed on the mistress, who had decorated her den with the products of Big Box Mart and the trapping of my apartment. 

She saw teaching me to sate my own need for essence and planned to set me free afterward. Why? 

No, wrong question. How could I help my Mistress? Last night I'd bumbled into her sadness. I would make her happy. I would make the deck of her ship echo with laughter and pleasure. I turned back to the door to my apartment, of course I had to make sure my own crew shared my ambition. They needed not only to be happy but converts to the cause. Opening the door, I stepped into my apartment, opened my eyes and stared out at the surroundings, looking beyond their surface. I studied the curvature of space and how Xianta's essence threaded from the door like roots of a tree. Placing my palm against one wall, it responded with a curious note, awaiting my wish and will. 

My bed waited me, empty like the serpent ship's deck. Glancing toward the hallway, the rooms of my servants revealed themselves to me. Jillian curled up in her circular bed, looking at peace with the world, as Foxy twirled experimentally around her stripper's pole.  What was I going to do with them? I had originally thought they'd become the maid, but meeting Jillian and her eagerness had derailed that purpose. I'd taken what I wanted, needed from Foxy, dragged the expressionist desire they'd fearfully hidden away out to the front of their being.  

I spoke my desire to the thread of magic that spread through my bed and it shifted. The foot board extended outwards, forming a small platform, a cluster of metallic vines uncurled from its center, twisting upwards until they reached the ceiling, they extended two branches out to the sides, a foot beneath the sealing. Their surface smoothed, forming a sort of high cross. 

Pleased, I tossed myself onto my empty bed, rearranged a few pillows to prop myself up. A small flush of chaos magics cleaned the dishevelment from my hair, fur and robe. After a moment's thought, I opened my robe so one nipple partially peeked out. Once situated, I summoned a mirror to confirm that I did indeed appear as a lounging tigress despite the unfinished nature of my face and I noted that a single horn protruded above my left temple, ruining my symmetry. Now with my white furred breasts my femineity no longer appeared confused or incomplete. My reflection was someone who could bare the title of Madam without care or hesitation. I banished the mirror and again turned my senses to my dancer. They spun lazily around the pole in their quarters, one knee wrapped around it while her other foot planted at its base. 

"Foxy come." I uttered the words in a normal volume, but the slender fox arrested her motion around her pole, narrow muzzle pointing directly at me as their head tilted to the side, large ears listening.  Sniffing curiously, Foxy slowly released the pole and shuffled to the door of their quarters. Moving cautiously, they moved through the hallway and paused in the doorway of my chamber.  

"Did you call for me Madam?" Foxy asked, hesitation clear in their voice. Those blue eyes swept over me and then to the new pole that awaited them. Their sparkling tail shook behind them. Nervous and excitement both.

"I did." I said, "I realized that I cut things short at the restaurant. Would you like to dance for me tonight? Perhaps share my bed afterwards?" 

The white triangles of her ears drooped as she considered my invitation.  I could feel her wrestling with her shifted identity, sorting through the desires and fears that had plagued Carla and comparing them to their new urges. Slowly, her gaze fixed on the pole at the foot of my bed. "I want to dance for you, Madam." They concluded.

I gestured at the pole.   

"I don't have a routine planned out." They said, even as she stepped up onto the couch and sprang onto the stage, catching the pole with one hand and slowly swinging around it. They circled around it several times, watching the metal as if it were an animated dance partner. "I tried to go to sleep earlier, but I can't stop moving." Foxy wrapped their slender body around the pole, sprang upward, and clung to it. Crossing their legs around the pole, they extended their arms so their buttock's dropped lower than their ankles. From that, her broad fluffy tail swung back and forth like a pendulum. 

"That's a lovely move." I praised them, enjoying the sway of their tight ass as their momentum grew, their entire torso joining motion. A snap of my fingers and two crossed spot lights appeared, missing her body but catching the full sweep of her tail. The crystalline flecks sparkled like sequins in the light, rendering the motion hypnotic. "Good Foxy."  

The tail abruptly curled around the pole as foxy shivered and yipped but they only paused a moment. One leg arced out from the pole, swiftly followed by the other. "Gods, I nearly orgasmed when you did that." Foxy's entire body swung out vertically, legs pressed together as she orbited around the pole once, twice, her legs tucked in and her speed increased, her tail whipped through the air as she slowly brought her body closer to the pole. Their form blurred with the speed before her legs sprang open in a wide V and she slows her rotation by pressing their cookie against the pole. 

"Yiiiiii!" she moaned, arcing their elegant back outward, the lips at the end of her muzzle forming an open O as she slowed to a stop in front of me. Crossing her legs, she let themself fall back against the pole, pressing their spine against it displaying the slender length of their body and the glistening tip of their cock poking out of its sheath. Each of their dark nipples shown through the gauzy fabric of their halter and their hands flowed up and down them as teasing waves. 

"Good Foxy." I said, appalling. 

My dancer whined happily as they exploded back into motion, launching into a swirling acrobatic dance. No music, only the pulse of her lust and the manic energy of her body set the pace. Foxy whirled through feats of stunning athleticism, generating so much momentum that the pole bowed dangerously as they swung around it. With every step, Foxy's lust grew and the dance changed, waggling her canine cock at me from the cross bar near the ceiling, then turning to expose her pucker pussy. Ripping off her skirt, they looped it around the bar, bit into the fabric and hung suspended, only held there by her teeth. Gripping her cock in one hand and pushing the other up into her cunt she masturbated with her legs open in a near perfect split. Their tail thrashed while they held the rest of their body rigid. 

The skirt tore and my heart leapt, propelling me onto my feet as she plummetted. Foxy yipped in surprise but caught themself, slithering around the pole as they descended. Their footpads slapped against the stage. Yet, Foxy did not pause, did not acknowledge the mistake, smiling they curled their long tongue around the gleaming chrome and watch me with a smoldering half lidded stare. Then slowly, Foxy lifted one leg until the paws faced opposite directions, displaying both phallus and puckered spade. 

Unable to help myself I reached out, only for Foxy to spin away, putting the pole between us. Teasingly they pressed their narrow shoulder blades against the metal, hips swing back and forth across it.

"Having fun?" I asked, curling my own fingers around the pole, "You seem even more enthusiastic than before." 

 "I can't stop." Foxy gasped. "Won't stop. Not until..." They pirouetted, spinning round and impacting my front. I cupped their head, forcing her muzzle into my cleavage.  

"I stop you?" I purred. "Did we run into another fantasy? A private dance with a client and you dance and dance until they can't keep their hands off you?" I traced the shape of her ears and then combed my nails down the fur of her back. "Like this?" 

Foxy released a high-pitched yowl as I pinned them against the pole and started thrusting their cock against my thighs. 

I laughed, "After all I've taken from you today, you want me to take more?"  

"Fuck me! Take me!" Foxy yipped. "Please Madam." 

"No." I released the pressure and stepped back. 

Foxy stared up at me, disbelief in their wide eyes. 

"I'm not making you do anything more tonight. I invited you to dance and now..." I let my robe slip from my shoulders and the silken fabric pooled around my feet. In the center of my bed, I kneeled on spread legs, bringing me down to Foxy's eye level. "I invite you to do more." 

Foxy produced feral cry as they pounced me, their fingers dug into my shoulders and their legs shot between mine. Their cock shoved up into me with desperate strength. 

"That's a good Foxy." I cooed, allowing them to bowl me over slightly, letting them add the strength of their legs to their thrusts. "I took Carla but you get to tell me, aaaah, who is Foxy." 

"Horny! Foxy is so horny all the time. Foxy is a dirty animal!" They pistoned up into me with far more force than I expected, the wide knot providing a delicious impact that rippled through my body. 

"And?" I gasped. 

"Foxy loves to dance! Any dance. Elegent or wild, sexy or formal. As long as Foxy moves! Yiii-yiiii!" Their tail bristled and their body stiffened. I draped an arm over their back to slow their movements.

"No cumming yet. Tell me what Foxy wants?" I said, failing to suppress mewl as one of Foxy's hands slipped from my collar bone and gripped my nipple.

"Foxy wants to star in a ballet." Their eyes opened to stare past me, the crystal blue pupils narrowing into vertical slits, "Then have an orgy with the entire cast behind the curtain." The corner of their muzzle turned upward, giving the open mouthed grin a sly quality. "Foxy wants all to desire Foxy, the crowds to stare in awe. Wants roses tossed at Foxy's feet. Wants to wear tight suits and sleek flowing dresses." 

With every wish Foxy stated, their thrusts grew more frenzied until I couldn’t keep track of the cock itself. A blur of sensation and pleasure. Helpless against it, I fell fully onto my back. 

"Want to fuck. Be Fucked. Break hearts. Twist minds with a blown kiss and a touch of my tail. Ah Yiiii- Yip!" Foxy came with a final thrust, the knot pushing in entirely as their cock spurted warmth. It gave me a rippling, toe curling pleasure as Foxy finally stilled except for their panting breath. 

I pet them for a while, stroking their long hair and the thick fur of their back. "Good Foxy. I believe all that might be arranged." 

"Thank you Madam." Foxy eyelids fluttered, and they shifted to gaze up at me. Clarity shined from the inhuman eyes, no more conflict. 

I smiled, and let my own head fall to the pillow.  

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