Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 29

"Here is your party, Miss Foxy." Jillian appeared a ten minutes later leading Carla.  

"Thank you Jillian, give us a few moments to enjoy the wine." I said.  

"Of course Madam." Jillian inclined her head and stepped away, her tail briefly touching Carla's calf, who jumped and looked around, confused. Carla looked flustered but no less human than I'd left her, although perhaps beneath the clothing that would be different. She hadn't switched out of work clothes and must have come directly here. The Foxy Glyph burned brightly with her chest, straining against her human essence, eager to replace it once I siphoned it away. That said, I was after far more than her baseline essence. I planned on some deeper changes. 

Carla watched me warily as she took a took a seat opposite me. "Okay Gavin. What the fuck is going on." 

I took a sip of my wine. "Well, for one, my name isn't Gavin anymore." 

"What? Okay then Gavriella?" She frowned. 

"The mistress took my name but hasn't gifted me with a new one yet. You can call me the Madam." I said, swirling my wine.  

"Thats fucked up and makes no sense." Carla huffed. "I'm not calling you Madam." 

"Well then, you can fuck yourself, Foxy." I gave her a small smirk.  

Her breath hitched. "What?" 

"Right here. Here now, you can fuck yourself right here while I watch until you decide to address me with respect." I said, mentally plucking a cord within her which would rapidly send her new spade into heat. Since Jillian had taken care of my immediate needs, I had the patience to do Carla’s dance nice and slow.

Carla shot a furtive look over her shoulder even though the back of the booth extended nearly to the ceiling and the privacy barrier blocked the rest of the angles. "Are you nuts? I'm not... hoooo." Carla suddenly flushed like somebody who'd bitten into a pepper they couldn't handle. Placing her hands on the table, she began to squirm uncomfortably. "Doooo-ing that." 

"When we were dating, we were miserable because neither of us would push each other out of our comfort zones. That's what we both wanted, so I'm here to give you that shove. This is even a scenario you talked about, getting fucked inside a restaurant. Do it and I'll give you your tail. Your Foxy tail." 

"Yip!" Carla clapped a hand over her mouth as if she could snatch the animal noise that had exited her mouth. Breathing hard through her nose, her other hand slipped under the table. I nodded encouragement as her body compressed with tension. Her eyes fixed on the privacy barrier and I pulled one foot from my shoe to place upon her knee. The gentle touch seemed to act as the last push she needed to abandon herself to her fingers. Quietly whining to herself, she opened her legs and leaned back against the seat cushion. 

While she worked a finger back and forth across her clit I saw inside of her, to her self image. To my surprise, the heat hadn't melted it into a fox woman. Rather, I saw Carla as I knew her, dressed in her most generic of outfit, but her skin appeared crystalline, brittle and something flowed beneath it, pushing to get out. I could reach out and shatter it, but it was more fun to force her to do that herself. I wanted a more inmate view though. Swinging myself out from my seat, I circled around the edge of the table and pushed her deeper into the booth with my hips.  

"Is that better?" I asked, draping one of my arms across her shoulders. "Do you feel more protected, Foxy?" 

"Uh huh." She mumbled between clenched teeth, leaning against my side. 

"Now I wanna watch you come." I leaned down and took the tip of her ear in my teeth. 

Her mouth snapped open, loosing a high pitch scream, "Aaaaaaaah-" before slamming her hand back over her mouth and bending over the table. I reach down and cut a slit in the seat of her pants. Then, as her muffled scream reached its apex I touched the tip of her tail bone. She came with a sharp crack and white fur exploded out from her spine. The force of it tore a furrow in the leather cushion before it deflected the tail into the booth.  

"Oh Gods," Carla gasped, "You made it worse." 

"Worse?" I said, stroking her new tail's snow-white fur. It extended a little more than two feet from her buttocks and glistened like snow in the sun. At its broad tip the hairs thickened to form crystalline spikes that shined like the gems that were her teeth. I'd constructed the glyph to suppress the growth of her crystalline essence, but it seemed determined to manifest itself. "Doesn't that feel so much better?"

"Yes. No! Ahaaaa. Eeeeee. Caaan't." She cradled her head as I petted her tail, thoughts and desires openly warring over control of her tongue. The tail twitched and she reach back. Her fingers encircle it, squeezed it hard before turning her head to look upon it. "I can feel it." She whispered, "It's real." Her facial expression melted to something more akin to awe as she felt along its length. She stroked it once, then twice, lust creeping in her expression, her musk still advertised her unrelenting heat.  

Suddenly she snatched her hand back as if the tail burned her, whipping her body around to me. She grabbed hold of the lapels of my robe and pulled herself up so we were nose to nose.

"Gavin! We can't do this! I have a yellow collar." Panic glowed in her crystalin eyes. "If I go to work like this they’ll lock me up! I-Mmmmph" 

I silenced her with a kiss and her human essence flowed out onto my tongue in an offering. A tingle of breaking glass echoed out from her soul as I swallowed it down. Her tongue sought mine, but I denied it entry and pushed her away. Lip parted as she whined in protest. Two large white fox ears had sprouted from the sides of her head and streaks of white threaded through her long dark hair. 

The pure hungry need in her eyes was quickly diluted by fear.  

"Don't worry." I said, "Your madam can put it all back. There's no reason you can't enjoy yourself, Foxy." 

"You can?" She whispered, and I watched the fear give way to hope. I cupped her breasts, and she pressed into my hands. Tipping her head back, little pleasure noises flowed up to me. 

"You have to dance for me first. Swing that tail around for me. Then I could turn you back. Nobody would have to know about it." I lied as I massaged her breasts, each over flowed my hands. They were going to be very lovely on my own chest. I had no intention of giving her back her human essence. It was mine, and so was she. Besides, it be cruel to force Foxy to become Carla once again, she just hadn't realized it yet.

Her attention slowly shifted from me to the table. Her white ear flicked uncertainly. 

"Dance well and I'll give that spade of yours a good licking." I told her. 

"Then you'll take me home and... and... fuck me. Really hard." Her fingers strayed between her legs. "Then it will back to nnor- yip!"

"Thats right Foxy. Show me how you dance." I said. 

With a single glance back at me, she stepped up onto the table. It wobbled a little beneath her feet as she cautiously stood up to her full height. She froze, eyes looking out over the restaurant, seeing over the privacy barriers, but she didn't recoil. Instead, she closed her eyes, put her hands behind her head, then after nodding to the soft music that flowed over the space began to swing her hips. Her tail swung like a pendulm behind her at first, then she began to lift it, giving fluff a life of its own. Her thick body undulated with her movements. While she was absolutely poured into her ruined jeans, they nevertheless peeled down her thighs, exposing her puffy spade nestled in a triangle of white fur. 

I reached out to chaos and let it shape itself to what she visualized in the dark of her still closed eyes. Her clothes shimmered and reshaped into a pale purple belly dancing costume. Rhinestone tassels decorated her hips but did not conceal her sex, fishnets wrapped around her legs while gauzy transparent fabric gathered like clouds over her shoulders, leaving her belly and breasts exposed. She swiftly abandoned the music in the air for something in her own head. Pulsing her hips first, to one side, then to the other. Eyes opening, she smiled down at me as her tail wagged happily. After a quick double take at her outfit her hand roamed, tracing the valley of her hourglass figure, traveling the curve of her thighs and lifting her breasts. Hips undulating back and forth she stepped to the edge of the table. Displaying her shining sex to me and ever so slowly lowering it. Inch by inch her knees bent, deepening the squat. Just as it lowered to the point that I could lick it, she sprang away, turned buffeted me with her tail.  

Glancing up, she flashed her gem toothed grin, sparkling with mischievousness as she turned to balance on the opposite edge of the table. With deliberate motions she used two fingers to spread her canine pussy, then with like a magician performing a magic trick, performed a flourish with her other hand, drawing my eye. She held her two fur covered fingers toward me, then slowly arced them toward her sex and slid them up between the folds.

“Ah!” Her eyes widened in surprise at the sensation her animal sex produced. Her face contorted with pleasure as she slowly lost herself in the simple movement of her fingers. Oh fuck, She mouthed, slowly slipping down toward her knee. Displaying herself as she brought herself closer and closer.

“Sorry for the de-” Jillian walked around the privacy barrier and let out a startled mew, her mouth falling open.

Carla’s head snapped up at the voice and her gaze locked on the calico girl. Fresh color bloomed on her cheeks. Yet, her hand never paused, rather her tail start wagged harder. “Can’t sstop.”

“Thats right Foxy, show the perfect stranger how hard you come. You like people to watch you come don’t you?” I purred.

Sharp breathy whines were her only answer as she spread herself further to show Jillian how she kneaded herself. I heard her self image crackle and her human essence began to bleed out into the air itself. Inhaling, I drew it into myself as lines of white fur sprouted along jagged patterns along her leg and spread. As the last patch of pale skin disappeared, she came with a drawn out yip and clear fluid squirted out around her fingers.

“Ah!” Her legs spasmed, throwing her across table and nearly into my lap. I caught her and flipped her onto her back and hugged her to my chest. After shocks ripped through her as cascading orgasms reshaped her legs. She whined as her toes swelled up into sexy little paws and her heel disappeared into her ankles.

I pet her head and addressed Jillian. “We’ll have the venison bites, the buffalo tacos and the stuffed shrimp.”

The calico girl watched Carla with such intense longing and envy that I was quite impressed when wrenched her gaze away to make eye contact with me. “Yes, madam. Will there be anything else? More wine?”

“That will be all.” I said. Jillian bowed as if I were her queen before hurrying off. I could get used to that. 

Carla panted against me, foxified from the waist down. Crystal gem claws poked from the tip of her each of her toes, gleaming among the white fur.

“Look at all that. Isn’t it pretty?” I whispered into her fuzzy ear.

“Yea.” she whispered, spreading her digits and stirring my own lust.

“That seals it. You’ve gone too far. I’m afraid this is going to be permeant.” I gave a breathy laugh as she stiffened against me.

“What?” She started to protest, but by merely pressing a single finger against her sex replaced her words to needy whimpers. 

“Come on Foxy, I’ll show you.” I pushed her up onto the table and bade her to kneel in front of me, rubbing her sex while she repositioned. I too pulled my legs beneath me so we faced each other, my head about level with her breasts. Her eyes were half closed, her mouth open to pant. “Do think Carla would have exposed herself like that? Would Carla even have a tenth of the guts to do that?”

“No.” she answered, and I rewarded her with a flick of her clit. I enjoyed her little shiver.

“Would Carla want to do it ever again?” I asked.

“Yes, but…” She squirmed.

“She couldn’t. Not without this little fire between your legs. Making you into my eager slut.” I told her, holding a knuckle so she could grind against it. “You could run away at this point. Call for the MDA. But I’d stop touching you and then you wouldn’t find out what I’m going to do to you next.” I extended a finger, pushing a nail up inside her. Her mouth opened in a silent wail as I felt her muscle squeeze down. She made zero effort to escape.

“I’m going to take your breasts now.” I said, lifting one. “My Foxy is slender, svelte little thing, they don’t need such massive mammaries. They’ll look much better on me.”

“What? No. I- aaaaeeee.” She lifted her chin, presenting her neck, a canine surrender contrasting her words.

“Don’t worry. I’ll take good care of them.” I fit my lips over her nipple and began to suckle. Her soul yielded to my magics. With each pull of my tongue, her breast shrank. She moaned as I siphoned away a portion of her soul’s shape. I felt warmth on my own chest as flesh swelled beneath my own nipples. Foxy made feeble attempts to push me away at first, but the moans of their pleasure grew louder as her breast dwindled. By the time it was flush with her chest,  she cradled my head. A set of breasts hung from my chest, warm white fur creeping over their surface.

“Why does it feel… so good?” Carla gasped as I took the second nipple and pulled this aspect of their being into myself. With each swallow I took, my own breasts swelled. I felt their weight in my own palms and ran my thumbs over my hard nipples. More than that, I could feel a liquid move within them, a milk laden with chaos and my own energies, in a far greater quantity than my tiny stomach nip. They spilled out over my hands and pressed against one another, producing a rightness that outshined Foxy’s orgasmic quiverings as I licked their now flat chest. 

I let go and looked past their skin and in the swirls of their soul I saw just what had made them so excited to glimpse my own gender bending changes. The want that lay beneath the fear, that I had only glimpsed before.

“My breasts,” They said as her arms fell from my own head to press her palms against the new surface of her chest. 

"They look better on me." I said, slipping a foot beneath me and using it to rise up in the booth, bringing MY new breasts to the fox woman's face. Covered with plush white fur, they appeared significantly larger than Carla's had been. I took one of her hands and pressed it into the fur. Immediately, she began to explore. A sigh of sheer relief left me as she pushed her head into my cleavage. So right. Finally, another step to what the mistress intended me to be.  

"Madam, they're so soft." Carla's voice trembled as she squeezed and rubbed her cheeks against me. I reward her by slipping two fingers inside her. As her breathing quickened, a quick turn brought one of my nipples to her lips.

"Drink Foxy." I commanded, and she clamped on obediently. She looked up at me with eyes swimming in lust as she swallowed down my chaos laced milk. Through them watched the power pool into her being, eagerly waiting to shape her according to my whims. After three gulps, her eyes floated up towards the back of her head. Curling my fingers inside of her as I pulled the nipple from her grasp, she clenched in orgasm with her grasp for air. Taking her shoulders, I turned her around on the table and pressed my chest into her back. 

"More..." She begged, her own hands reaching for her sex.  

"No." I whispered and her hands fell away. 

"Please, please Madam... I need." She whimpered, and the squirmed as I teased her nipples with my nails. "Aaaa, my breasts. Gone."

"Yes I took them but not to worry. I'm going to give you something even better. You know how many nipples a fox has?" I asked them. 

"No! I mean I don't know." They squirmed under my teasing, her tail beating against my stomach. 

"My Foxy has as many nipples as I want them to have." I purred and the new energy squeezed around her mind and body. Their spine straightened, pushing back into me.

"Yes madam," They replied in a dream like tone. 

"One pair." I pinched her still large nipples, making her squeak. Then dragged my nails down a few inches. "They get more sensitive as we go down. Two pair." Small nubs swelled up beneath my finger tips and I pressed upon them. 

"Eeeeee!" 

"Three pair." I tapped along the bottom of her rib cage, then flicked my nails back and forth across the new nubs.

"Aah ah ah!" They twisted and squirmed, kicking out their legs across the table. 

"Four pair." I didn't even give these a chance to form before pinching them between thumb and forefinger. Rolling them back and forth as they swelled against finger pads made Carla's hips spasm.

"Yi Yiyi yiiiiiiii!" They screamed, her nails digging into my forearms. 

"And when you madam and only your Madam touches the last pair you will come. You'll orgasm harder than you ever had in your entire life. It will shatter your very name. Carla will be gone." I said, and the fifth pair of nipples formed just below her belly button. Small little perky dots that strained upward eagerly, I could imagine that those on an actual fox wouldn’t be any smaller. I slid my hands downward but declined to touch them just yet. 

Carla whimpered her need, begging for the touch.  

"Once you cum, you're going to be Foxy, my personal servant. Foxy loves to perform for her Madam, in any way the Madam commands. Foxy is a very flexible performer, as in addition to a cute little cookie, they have a very lovely cock." I let my nails draw circles around the waiting nipples and my fox gripped me even tighter. "Foxy wears that hide absolutely nothing. I think one of your first performances will be for our ex coworkers at big box mart. So everyone sees your new career as my fox boi dancer and fuck toy." Slowly my nails drew closer to her nipples what would unleash an explosion like an atomic bomb within her.  

"Yi! Wait! G-g-g!" She attempted to pull herself up but a few nibbles on her ear stilled her resistance. She yeilded to the pleasure, nestling against my breasts. Mouth slowly yawning open in a drawn out breathless scream as my nails traced the border between fur and nipple. 

"Your mine now." I said, then flicked both tiny nubs. Their legs spasmed, her thighs slapping together before spreading wide, her hips flung upward, then slammed into the table, starting a wave that propagated up her spine. It terminated in a small yip. Then I touched each nipple firmly, pressing down. 

"Yiiiiiiii!" Foxy hip thrust back up. A tiny stream of cum spat from a nub thrusting out from the top of her spade. Each flick of Foxy's nipple caused them their cock to spurt and swell as their body convulsed. Amid Foxy's sharp whines of pleasure, it separated from their feminine sex and lengthened, first a little cone of pink flesh the broadening out into a thick tapered canine cock with a bludging knot at the base. Cum sprayed all over Foxy's pale skinned chest and ten nipples. 

I let off Foxy's orgasm buttons and let them fall onto the table. Their panting turned into the happy whines of a fox, their eyes had become amber slits that stared blindly at ceiling.  

"What's your name?" I asked.  

"Foxy. I'm... Foxy now." The barest hint of a smile appeared on her otherwise slack face. 

"Good fox boi." I said, and the white fluffy tail gave a tired wiggle. "Yes, you're my Foxy now." Cupping their head with my hand, I leaned over and pressed my lips to theirs. Her remaining human essence flowed eagerly. Crystal white fur flowed across their torso and arms. Her skull extended into a delicate muzzle. I took more of her underlying form, the fat of her body dwindled, luscious curves giving way to lanky androgeny. I added some of this to my own, filling out my hips and gaining another inch of height. A small pulse of chaos clad Foxy's chest in a gauzy, multi tiered bra that proudly displayed their many nipples. Their long hair grew out further, bundled in white ribbons so it was almost a second tail. 

Just as Xianta had done with me, I pulled Foxy's now much lighter form into my lap and wrapped them in my arms. They laid their muzzle on my shoulder and I stroked their hair. Jillian returned bearing a platter piled with bites of food, far more than I ordered.

"Apologies for the wait Madam," She said as she laid the nibbles on the table. "Everyone has become... Distracted."  

"Is that so?" Shifting my grip on Foxy, I opened a few eyes along my stripes and peered through the restaurant. Nearly every soul had the flush of arousal and the majority of hands were tangled up with another person or grasping at their own bodies. The bartender had her shirt off and patrons were taking pulls from her nipples. My Mistress's taint threaded through every soul. 

Oops. That might be bad in the long term but with everyone firmly ensorcelled there was no need to move on yet. I plucked a little roll of something from the platter and held it in front of Foxy's nose. It sniffed daintily before a long tongue curled out to claim the morsel. Shiny gem teeth quickly crunched it before Foxy swallowed it down. I not only caught the spark of awareness in Foxy's eyes as they fluttered and felt the stirring of their mind with my own. I had a fleeting urge to blow it out like a candle, but refrained. Xianta wanted me to recruit servants, not pets.

Each morsel I that Foxy ate from my fingers collected more of their shattered mind together. Between bites, they looked over theirself, tentatively explored their new body. I saw anger, bewilderment and fear weigh down their ears at various points, but the smell of food perked them up each time. I tapped her nose, and Foxy nipped playfully at my fingers. She captured one, curling her tongue around it. 

"Feeling better?" I asked, scratching their ear until one leg started to kick.

"What happens now Madam?" Foxy asked. 

"You give our server a very big tip." I tapped the small bit of their cock that protrude from their fuzzy sheath and watch them shiver.

"Mew? I mean what?" Jillian asked. She'd stayed and watched the cuddle session.  

I pulled the maid's uniform out of my sleeve and laid it on the table. "I thought this was for Foxy, but they already have a uniform. I think this will fit a certain calico maid better." With a finger flick, I banished Jillian's illusion. Once again, she starred down at her fur covered hands in amazement and wonder. Then spun in a circle, trying to catch her own tail before releasing she had conscious control of it. She clasped it in her hands and stroked the black tip between two fingers, clearly reveling in the sensation. 

"Thank you, thank you so much! It feels wonderful." She said.  

"So unlike Foxy here, who was Fey Touched and therefore, will never, ever turn back to her former shape." I said and noted the vulpine's sharp intake of breath. "You've got a human soul. It slowly cast push out that feline essence I've gifted you with. So unless you're willing to cast aside your mortal life and become my serv-" I paused as Jillian cast off her clothing without me needing to finish the sentence and snatched the uniform off the table. She pulled it over her head, tugged the shoulders up and tied on the apron. The black skirt barely reached her knees, but used it to perform a very deep curtsy.  

"How may I serve you Madam?" she ask without a single moment of hesitation. "So long as I keep my tail, I'll do or be anything you desire." 

Ooooh this was going to be fun. I grinned. "Granted. Let see, a maid needs a mess to clean up." Reaching down, I slip my hand down Foxy's sheath and touched her spade.  

"Yip!"  

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