Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 31

Tension thrummed in the interior of Boon's SUV as he stared at the road and scratched at his unshaven stubble. Vire occupied the back seat, eyes closed, breathing deeply, in through her nose and out of her mouth. A black fleece hat, the sort you wear skiing, covered both her green hair and her ears. The source of the tension was the huge black man who rode in the passenger seat, his arms crossed and his lips pressed into a scowl. 

The three of them drove in silence before arriving at the restaurant I'd held my recruitment season. It and the building next to it were roped off with yellow tape that declared a fey quarantine. Police wearing iron collars had a group of people huddled together on the sidewalk. All three of them gave the building a long stare. 

"What do you see?" the big man asked. 

Boon sighed and looked down at the steering wheel. "Chaos magics. Some of it similar to the remains of the cabin. Whatever took Floyd was here."

"Still think this case is ready to be closed?" The big man asked. 

"No, sir." Boon said. 

"You're with me Boon, we'll interview the witnesses and victims.  Vire, I want you to start the cleansing process." The Big man glance back at her.

"Are you sure... sir?" Vire asked. "I can't see it like agent Boon."  

"Standard cleansing magics will still work. Keep your wards up." The big man answered, "Now get going." 

"Yes sir." Vire opened the door and walked toward the building. The local police stepped towards her but quickly hurried away when her wand appeared in her hand. Head held high, she oozed confidence as she entered the building. I noted increased hip swing, possibly caused by the shiny, almost hooflike high heels she wore.

"She's slipping, her fey half is getting stronger." Agent Moose nodded. "I understand you're trying to wrap this up for her sake, but getting her out of the field won't save her from reassessment." 

Boon's eyebrows shot up above his shades before he pulled his face back into a neutral expression. "She's an excellent agent, why would she need to be reassessed?" 

"Don't play dumb, she's not hiding a new piercing under that cap." Moose laughed. "Her humanity's fading. It happens. Fey touched agents often let their fey nature get the better of them. They stay agents only so long as they're useful and Vire's time is clearly running out. She's lucky we're not facing Fey this time, or we'd have to turn her in to the Agency right now. Hopefully she can pull herself together but you watch her closely. If she changes further, put an iron bullet in her leg and call for backup."

Agent Boon swallowed, "Yes sir."

Xianta chuckled, "Silly fool was so focused on his own problems that he didn't realize his partner's own corruption. This will be fun. Don't you worry pet, this agent Moose will make the loveliest heifer of them all."  

"I thought we shouldn't stir the MDA up any further?" I asked my Mistress. 

"The girl will make an excellent stud too. Being part of your stables will be far more pleasant than any possible future with the MDA. She'd hide so much better once she gets a little release." Xianta said. "Shall we provide some?" 

"I- Aaaaah!" My words were cut off as my mistress thrust two very thick fingers up into my pussy and began to scissor them back and forth. 

As Xianta pleasured me, the TV cut to Vire within the building. She thrust her wand at the host podium, which smoked but did not catch fire. One hand pinched her nose. "Fucking scent." She muttered. The view flickered and glowing plumes of power appeared around her. Her own green magic extended out from the wand and burned away the remains of my magic. Yet the plumes shifted colors in sync with the threads of power wrapped around her heart. They brightened as my mistress's fingers swirled within me. 

"Thats right, you're connected to her pet. Share a little bit of the pleasure I'm giving you." Xianta instructed. "Imagine her cock as my fingers and call out."

"Vire." I whispered to air, cupping my breasts and opening myself to Xianta's fingers. "I want you." The threads around her heart responded to my desire and squeezed.

The woman's shoulders pulled back as she stifled a grunt, the crotch of her pants now strained to contain their contents. 

"Not so much, let the woman do her job." Xianta urged. "Just use your words, they'll steal under her own thoughts." 

I relaxed my grip on her heart but I kept murmuring to the image on the TV, "You're doing such a good job. You should reward yourself once you finish. You have such a nice cock for a stag. I bet your balls would taste so good. A good rutting is what you need. Inside a nice juicey pussy. Why I bet..."

Vire continued to burn away my influence as she moved deeper into the restaurant despite the fact her cock continued to grow. It pressed up over her waistband and its tip slid up across her navel. "Stop it, not now." She begged it as she pressed it to her torso. Impressively, she still maintained enough concentration to continue her spell work despite panting with her lust. One fuzzy brown cervine ear had escaped the confines of her hat. When she reached my booth, Xianta's finger brushed my clit, triggering a shivering orgasm with me and I squeezed her heart.  

"Oh Fuck it." Vire gasped. With a furtive glance at the entrance, she stepped into a booth and unbuttoned her shirt. The tapered point of her cock rested between her breasts and, pushing down her pants, freed two fuzzy balls the size of tennis balls. She lowered her cock to point at the inner wall of the booth and began pump one hand along it. In less than ten strokes, it spat a gob of white cum onto the wall and a small tail sprang from her buttocks, displaying its white underside. 

“Ah come on! Why arn’t you shrinking?” Vire gasped, clearly finding zero relief in her orgasm. She started again, this time using two hands. 

The scene switched to display Agent Boon and Moose standing side by side. Together, they scowled at a cluster of people in disheveled black and white uniforms. 

The bartender, who'd I last seen offering her nipples to customers, stood with her arms crossed and a defiant thrust of her jaw.  

"What we did doesn't matter," she said, "They took Jillian, our server. Why aren't you chasing after her?" 

Xianta rumbled with approval, "Oooooh I like this one pet, but we'll have to let this lot go for now. Withdraw your power from them." She commanded as she stroked my hair. 

"Yes mistress," I whispered, pushing past a possessive instinct that reared up in my heart, a feral need to defend what was mine. Pursing my lips, I blew out a breath and the glimmering threads that entangled all the bystander's hearts dissolved away. The energies of chaos eagerly returning to its natural state. They all blinked in unison. 

"Ma'am we have to deal with the manifestations in front of us. Being obstinate will slow down that process," Agent Moose spoke with practiced authority. 

The bartender did not back down, "We already told you about the Fey Touched and yes, we fell under her influence. We're fine now." 

You could practically hear Agent Moose's eye roll. "Ma'am do you want to be cited for impeding a MDA investigation? All of you will be held for assessment, that is unavoidable at this point."  

The bartender's cheeks sucked in briefly, but she continued to hold her ground. "Then there's no reason for you to be here anymore, we'll report for our assessments individually when we get the summons. Do something useful, Jillian's only twenty-two and she's a dreamer. Get her back and I'll tell you whatever you want."

Moose stared her down, but the woman did not flinch. With a snort, he took out a small notebook and flipped it open. "If That's the way it will be then I'll need to see everyone's ID, form an orderly line please." 

The tough Bartender shrugged but didn't move, the rest of the crowd slowly started to form a line behind her.

Agent Moose stepped back to whisper to Boon, "Tell me she's tainted." 

The smaller man shook his head, "I think I saw a glimmer of something but it's gone now. Whatever effect they were under seems to have faded."

"Not what I asked." Moose grumbled, "Go check on Vire and make sure she didn't miss anything. I'll join you after I get all these names for the iron table."   

I shivered, there were lots of stories about what happened during an assessment and many of them involved being slammed onto an examination table made of cold iron. The view followed Agent Boon as he entered the restaurant. While I'd dissolved the weak threads around the staff and others, his heart remained tangled. 

"Vire?" Agent Boon called out to the empty restaurant.

"Here." Vire called out from somewhere off screen, "uuuh, almost done." 

 Agent Boon's steps quickened. I felt a tiny pulse of power from Xianta as he walked past the host desk. He stumbled to a dead stop, jaw dropping in shock. The view pivoted, revealing the long mirror behind the bar. In it Agent Boon possessed the lower half of a shapely goat woman, complete with a taunt goat udder. It hung down past his crotch, each of the long teats nearly reaching his knee. 

Xianta nudged me, and I began to whisper to the Agent's soul, "You have such nice udders, just like you wanted. They're sooooo full, so heavy."  

As the words entered him, his stance widened, legs bowing to compensate for heavy weight. His lower jaw trembled as pleasure and want over whelmed him. Shaking hands drifted down to grasp at the udder, while his own fingers grasped empty air, the reflection tentatively explored its sides before reaching beneath it. He gave it an experimental heft before it letting it fall. It fell back into his legs soundlessly, its weight tugged at both man and reflection. He gave a breathy gasp as it rippled with the mass of the fluid inside it. 

"You're a good goat, a proper nanny." I intoned as he pressed the udder up against his belly and wrapped fingers around the thick teat and pulled. A stream of milk leapt from the teat. He bleated, the image shifted, his shirt and suit jacket opening to display a pair of large but perky breasts. His head rocked back in pleasure as two horns curled up from the top of his head. Yet all these changes we of the reflection, not the man. When his eyes reopened he looked down at his actual body and gave sharp inhalation of breath. 

"Not real!" He gasped, jerking his hands down to his side and ball them into fists.  

"But it could be." I said and the goat Boon's lips moved with them as she stepped away from his pose. The face shimmered as it stretched into a short muzzle with a confident smile. "You have to work for it." She turned and smacked her own round booty. "Body's like these have a cost."  

The agent made a strangled noise. His cheek shined like a pair of the red beacons. I could smell his arousal through the TV. 

The goat woman gave a little shimmy then sprang forward, slapping her udder on the bar, then kneading it with her two fingers hands, "You want a nice udder like this one right?" She played with it, sending jiggling waves back and forth before spreading her digits and pressing down. The two teats jumped up and squirted streams of milk. "Don't you?"  

"Yes." The word slipped out between clenched teeth. 

"Couple steps involved, then." She grinned, wide tongue running over squarish teeth, she lifted one leg and set one cloven hoof on the top of the bar. Then lifting her udder with both hands to reveal the black folds of her pussy. "A girl's gotta get knocked up good first. Not that you'll have any trouble with that. "Enjoy!" With a flourish of one hand, she insert a finger into her sex and pulled. The threads around his heart flared. 

Both Boons bleated, then the man's knees knocked together, finger curled, as every joint in his body bent at a strange angle. The agent quivered there, the taint that curled around his heart expended a thread down into his loins. Its glow illuminated his body through his clothing. I saw his ball hanging between his bowed legs. The thread dipped down into them, Boon whimpered as they popped up into his hips, the long silhouette of his cock quickly followed. "B-baaaah!" He cried out with relief, nearly collapsing as he stagger forward, caught himself on the bar. His head stayed bowed for a long moment as he panted on to the gleaming wood of the bar. 

"Boon?" Vire's breathy voice drifted through the silence. "Need help."

"Coming." Boon gasped. Slowly, he lifted his head and found his normal face staring back at him in the mirror. "More mindfuckery?" He asked beneath his breath. Wetting his lips, he placed both hands against the bar, fingers spread wide and heaved himself back to a standing position, adjusted his collar. It was as he made his first step away from the bar that the realization that the mirror trick had gone much deeper than he'd thought. Every muscle in his face tightened, his expression freezing into a mask of fear. He kept walking, lips slowly compressed together, back straightened, nostrils flared as he processed both the absence of the familiar and intrusion of the new. I knew precisely what he was going through, the movement of his legs rubbing sensitive flesh together for the first time. His composure, the need for secrecy pitted against the urge to touch, the desire to explore. He managed it admirely, putting one foot in front of the other, pulling his shades down his nose so his square pupils eyes stared at the booth where Foxy had performed their first dance for me. "Looks like you missed a spot." 

"Got... distracted." Vire laughed airily. The TV cut to Boon's perspective as his eyes flicked to the booth opposite the one I'd been in. A thin, brown furred leg that ended in a dainty hoof stepped down from the seat. It made a soft clack as it impacted the floor. A second one joined it. The camera panned upwards, revealing the curve of white spotted thighs, the huge balls that swung between them and sword length cock that curved up from the sheath. Vire's eyes glowed a verdant green, her long hair wavy and wild. "Need relief." 

Click, clop. The sound of her hooves echoed as she moved, hips swaying, the tip of her cock weaved like snake. Boon stared at it, composure shattered to a mute and naked want.  

Vire approached alongside him, avoiding pressing her cock into his stomach and gripped his shoulder. 

"Y-your compromised." Boon said as he allowed Vire to herd him to the nearest table and bend him over it.  

"It smells like..." She took a deep inhalation through her little black nose and both of her cervine ears fluttered. "I'm, not the only one." Grasping the waist of Boon's pants she wrenched them down over his buttocks, exposing the wet folds of the agent's new pussy to the air. She immediatedly lined up the tip of her cock. "Just need to cum once. Then I can... uuuuuf." She slid in, all the way to the hilt of her cock. Agent Boon's eyes widened, his jaw scissored open and my own sex gave an envious twitch. That shouldn't have been possible. 

"What's the fun of magical cocks if you had to worry about things like size limits." Xianta chuckled in my ear. Her hands took hold of my breasts and expertly squeezed and teased them as Vire began to thrust. She rocked back and forth smoothly, entire body swaying, but the length of her member meant she could only pull it halfway without stepping back. My many eyes opened and I extended myself to Boon's body. Felt a phantom of Vire's cock slamming up into the entrance of my womb. Pleasure sparked and ignited. I screamed out for Boon as the orgasm ripped through us both. I send him the sensations of Xianta's finger's tugging on my nipples.  

Too much Too much. His thoughts whimpered across the link. 

You like it though. You love it. Its already happened. When Vire comes, she's going to fill you up with a nature fey's vitality. You know what that will do to you? I thought at Boon as Vire's strokes grew harder and harder. 

Boon answered me with a chaotic jumble of hope and dread. I saw flashes of memories. Pages and pages of fey touched women displaying their udders and nipples, along with darker images of similar woman in the depths of MBA holding cells. Shopping pages of milkers. Oh, this went deeper than the taint my mistress had inflicted on him, She simply pressed a button the agent already possessed. 

She's going to knock you up Boon. Thought and reached out to squeeze his newly formed ovaries. Massaging them until a spark of a possible life escaped, flowing down the tube toward this womb.  Boon's thoughts fizzed as I showed him this, all coherence disappearing into random keyboard smashing. In the real world, he gripped the table and pushed himself against Vire's thrusts. 

Vire gripped Boon's suit coat, her balls slapped against his legs and green energy whirled around her cervine legs. She shoved her fist into her teeth to muffle the conquering bellow that tore from her lungs as she came. She came with a small spurt of physical cum but a torrent of that vibrant, fertile energy. It propelled that cum deep into Boon's womb, quickening processes that usually took hours to happen in an instant. 

While sexual pleasure rushed through Boon's body, it paled compared to the certainty that rang though his body. 

"Oh gods." Boon whispered as he shivered and stared through the wall.  

I felt the caress of my Mistress and I withdrew from the MDA agent to watch them on the TV again. Vire's ankles slipped down toward the floor, heels swelling back into existence as her body lost its deer like features. Even her ears went back to normal. Only her cock and balls remained, although much reduced so they easily fit the pants she hurriedly pulled on. 

"Come on, get up Boon." She snapped, wand appearing in her hand. "Before Moose comes looking."  

Groaning, Agent Boon peeled himself off the table and blinked stupidly, one hand pressing against his stomach. A pair of thick nipples had appeared on his stomach. "Yeah..." 

The scene changed, showing Agent Moose taking the name of the last remaining witness to my little outing.  

"Don't worry about them." Xianta soothed, and the TV clicked off. Suddenly all my perceptions were limited to my mistress's room. "They'll get it all cleaned up. Worry about yourself."

I twisted on my udder perch to gaze up at her shining eyes and boldly kissed the underside of her chin. "Its hard to worry about anything when I'm in your arms mistress." 

"Oh pet, you are fun. You make me impatient." She hooked my collar, and I demurely inclined my head. "I've given you too much power too quickly. To do what we just did would take you to the essence of at least three willing humans and while I only require human essence to hide among them, you need it for sustenance."

 I swallowed, "I will recruit more for my stable then." 

"Yes you will but I still have a few things to teach you pet." Xianta released my collar and played with my tail, stroking its length. "Make sure you give your new servants some attention in the morning. I'm taking you to a show in the evening. One that's going to make you squirm and whimper." 

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