Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 25

Floyd stood frozen, stuck between bravery and fear. I opened my maw wide, making the tip of my tongue flick up in a come-hither gesture.

What little courage he possessed fled. His head gave a little shake. I actually didn't know what would happen if I swallowed all of him, but curiosity tickled my tail as I stepped forward. Sadly, he sprang to his hooves with a panicked bleat and tried to run. With the weight of the udder swinging between his legs and the need to hold up his pants, he more staggered. I slinked after him, keeping myself only a step or two behind. 

"We're just giving you what you want." I cooed, "Giving you all you really wanted." 

"I Baaaaah didn't want this! It's not- baaaah! Real!" He protested, swaying wildly side to side.  

"All the more reason to touch it. It’s like a free sample." I gave the udder a little bat. 

"Baah!" He threw up his hands, releasing his pants, which promptly fell around his ankles, revealing shapely feminine legs clad in the same wiry fur as his tail. I helpfully pinned the clothing to the ground, allow him to step out of it. As soon as he stepped away, I slurped the fabric up into my mouth. Scrumptious, I smacked my lips together to display my pleasure. My quarry didn't get far, a mere five steps, and he braced himself against the wall. 

"Why's it so baaaahing heavy!" He panted. 

"You should milk it. Let out some of the pressure." I purred with delight as the agent started to break. One of his hands rubbed the side of the udder. The threads of the mistress's taint flared in his chest. 

"Milk it. Milk it... Yes." He turned, placing his back against the wall, he grabbed a teat in each hand and pulled. Nothing happened. Bleating desperately, he tried again but the teats refused to produce milk.   

"BOON! SNAP OUT OF IT!" a voice thundered through the dream. 

My senses shifted to outside. Part of me had never left the room. Vire had dragged Boon out of it to the landing and was straddled his body, holding his wrists to the floor as she yelled in his face. The gas had definitely affected her, even through the blur I saw the flush of her cheeks and the way her fey nature had manifested. Long fuzzy cervine ears poked from the sides of her head. Her defenses still held, but it would be easy to get inside those. 

"Vire?" Boon looked up, both in the dream in real life to see his fellow agent, so close. 

"Kiss her." I commanded and tugged at the thread around Boon's heart. In the real world, Boon surged up from the floor and locked his lips with Vire. Just like that I was through her wards. She appeared before me in the dream, lips pressed to Boon's, eyes wide with surprised, dressed in her very well-tailored suit. 

I attacked without hesitation, shredding her clothes along her spineBelatedly she leapt away, her body unfolded from her shredded clothing with a flare of fey magic. She hit the ground with the rapid clack of heavy hooves and stood tall as she faced me. Tall branching antlers stood from her head, her face had gained cervine ears and dark rounded nose, her torso appeared human although toned and muscular. Her lower half, however, was the body of a large stag. A very well-endowed stag. Power crackled around her hand and a deadly-looking spear appeared with in it.

Boon threw herself at Vire's lower body, hands encircling the long vibrate red shaft that extended from the furry sheath along the stag's belly. The green fire in Vire's eyes flickered as they rolled upwards. She called Boon's name as her fellow agent's tongue wrapped around her thin cervine cock. The spear tumbled from her grip and dissipated. The thread of Xianta's corruption reached up from Boon to entangle her heart as well. 

Smiling, I consumed her clothing, hers humanity had a herbal, almost garlic taste. Less filling than Boon's pants and shoes, but a worthwhile flavor all the same. The pair of them grew more entangled with every passing moment, Boon trying to swallow Vire's cock as the stag woman lost herself in the pleasure, alternating between desperately cupping her own breasts and futile attempts to return Boon's touches.  

Neither of them noticed me. I reached out with my claws, intending to rip Boon's jacket from her shoulders, but instead I heard a sharp snap. Everything around me swirled. Patterns flashed as the world broke into sheer chaos. Then, before I even had the chance to panic, reality reassembled itself. A familiar steering wheel appeared before me and I gripped it instinctively. The scent of the imitation leather and all the snack wrappers I had been meaning to throw away filled my nose. A glance to my left revealed a smiling Xianta, wearing her purple hued human skin. Movement in the rearview drew my eyes to the backseat where Floyd reclined, contently hugging my tail to her chest.

The mistress gestured toward her window and my perception followed. Parked beside us was the MDA agents car with Boon and Vire sitting inside, staring. No that wasn't quite right. They weren't staring, they weren't moving at all, frozen as they reached for the doors.     

"Mistress?" I asked, completely confused and bewildered. I had them completely at my mercy. I could have consumed the remains of Boon's clothes and then, so much more.

"Drive, but keep an eye on them." Xianta said with immense satisfaction.  

I did as I was told. A few of my eyes slipped from their sockets of my tail to float toward the MDA agents as I started the car. When I turned the car out onto the lonely road, Boon and Vire animated. They exited their vehicle with the exact motion I had seen earlier from inside the house. Then they both flinched. Boon looked down at himself, disgust and confusion twisted his expression as opened his jacket and grabbed at something that wasn't there. He tried again, using both hands to try cup and lift a pair of heavy teats that weren't there. He blinked, then shook his head hard, sniffed and visibly composed himself. Then glanced nervously back over his shoulder but unless those square iris granted him the ability to see through the SUV’s black windows, I doubted he saw his companion’s greater struggles.

Vire had stumbled as soon as her foot contacted the ground and would have fallen entirely had she not clung to the open door. Her eyes bugged, and she stared at the gravel like someone who’d awakened to find themselves on the side of a cliff face. Licking her lips she slowly braced her toes against the ground, still hanging on the door. One hand strayed behind her grasping for something that was not there. Her lower jaw trembled and cheeks colored as she snatch her hand back to her chest. Tears escaped both eyes as she finally managed to center her weight over her legs. She shut the door and slowly lowered her heels to the earth, wincing in disgust. 

Xianta’s laugh jerked my attention back to her. “Serves them right.” Another snap of her fingers and suddenly restraints of my mind vanished. Thoughts bubbled and the obvious pain of the agents slammed into me. I expected guilt to sucker punch me next, but instead only a vague sense of sympathy rose for the agents. My hand rose to my flat chest. I knew what it felt like to have a body that didn’t fit. 

“What. What did I do to them? Mistress?” I slowed the car but did not stop as the agents faded from view. 

“A cruelty to be sure, my soft-hearted tigress.” Xianta said, reclining in her seat. “You consumed their carefully built self images. An important element of their humanity. Stripped of it, their self images quickly conform to their desires. The square eyed one, who has a minor taint of order to his soul, will wake every morning expecting to feel the weight of those heavy udders, and the swish of his tail. The disconnect between those expectations and the reality of his human body will drive him to distraction. The Stag girl will have it worse, for you’ve aroused her true form. The weight of the chain she allowed the MDA to place around her neck will grow heavier with every waking moment.”

“But why play with them like this?” I asked, struggling to keep the whine out of my voice. “I could have had them both.” 

“And their disappearance would have brought the force of the MDA to bare on us. These agents have little power but collectively they could force us to set sail,” Xianta said. “And you don’t want that, do you pet?”

“No Mistress.” I whispered. 

“Your chosen appetite will be difficult to sate while sailing the chaos I fear. Better for you to earn your freedom, and to keep it, you will have to use this manner of hunting. Your predatory nature will not allow you to exist solely on the milk of your livestock. A mixed diet is important. Next time, you will have to suppress your compassion yourself. There is no room for hesitation when you thrust into a mortal’s dreams. Should they gain control of it, they could injure you.”

“I understand Mistress.” I said and took a deep breath, letting my attention wander through my body. While far from full, I was no longer hungry.

“Good pet.” She rumbled. “Now, let us return home. I will instruct you on how to care for your livestock and the few techniques that will aid you in finding yourself a proper servant.”

Eagerness and pride washed over me, perking my ears. A proper servant? Of course, what Rashaska tended her own herd. I imagined myself reclining on a dais and being fanned by servants while a plucked diced meats from a golden platter.

“Very good pet, just one addition.” Xianta patted my thigh, and in my mind’s eye, a regal statue of herself appeared behind my dais, looming over both myself and the servants. The eyes glowed with her purple aura and rendered the scene within her light.

I swallowed. “Yes mistress.” Even if I earned to right to exist unleashed, she would expect me to come when called.

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