Striped, Collared, Heated Chapter 13

I begged off Freddy’s invitation to grab dinner and went home. My intention was to nuke a quick meal and do something normal, maybe research precisely what Rashaka’s were while I could still think straightish. I didn’t expect to find her waiting for me on my bed within the mirror. She lay on her side, head propped up on one hand, watching with narrowed eyes as I opened the door and froze. 

“Mistress!” I gasped. 

“Close the door and come here pet.” She commanded, tapping the mattress. 

Swallowing, I hurried to comply, fear racing through my mind. Should I not have told Freddy anything? Was she pissed? As I approached the mirror, it revealed the entirety of her body. Only her torso rested on the bed, her feet and the majority of her legs protruded beyond the mattress’s edge. Her paws rested on the back of the couch in pose that didn’t look entirely comfortable. 

Paws? I stopped short of the mirror and stared as my brain twitched. While her legs still bore the black and white stripes, their shape called canines to mind, ending in huge, four toed paws. Beautiful paws. 

“Oh, do you like those?” Xianta's stern voice softened an inch. “If you're a good pet I might let you touch them.” 

I slapped my hands against the mirror and did the thing that opened the glass to me as the logical part of my mind wailed. It made no sense, they were just paws, as lovely as the rest of her beautiful body. Yet I wanted nothing more than the privilege to explore them, to feel their weight, the give of their pads. 

She grabbed me as I stepped through, her unyielding strength placing me in a sitting position beside her facing the mirror I’d come through. All my clothing lay piled at the foot of it and I abruptly realized I was naked but for my collar. 

“Such pretty claws.” She said, plucking one of my hands and bringing it up to her nose to inspect it. I held my fingers wide, displaying my nails. Honestly, I’d forgotten about them after Freddy. A kiss of her lips relaxed me, maybe she wasn’t upset?  

Letting go of my hand her fingertip traced down my arm, chest, stomach all the way to the triangle of white fur that covered my belly button. She pinched a tuft tugged on it.

“And what is this?” She asked, a definite edge to the words that made every muscle tense. 

“I didn’t touch it!” I squeaked. “Mistress please!” 

“Did I give you permission to go fuck someone else like a common slut?” She growled. 

“No but- Aaaa rrrrraagh!” My voice blended with a feline yowl as she grabbed my sex, two fingers shoving deep inside and her thumb clamping down on my clit. 

“Who’s is this?” She demanded. 

“Yours! It’s yours mistress!” I shrieked and tried to elaborate but her thumb began to rub my clit side to side. The sharp pleasure robbed my tongue and the rest of my body of all coordination. 

“Do I need to bring you on the ship so the only temptation are that rats that skitter that hunt the halls?” Amusement stole through her sternness as I writhed against her. 

“Nu nu,” I managed before her side to side squeezing sent me screaming over the edge, her fizzy energy surging up through me as she pulled her fingers from me. I fell to the floor, a boneless pile of the limbs and panting. 

“I suppose your right.” Xianta pulled herself up to a sitting position and brought one of her paws to rest on my heaving chest. I felt the rough, warm surface of her pads and felt a thrill shoot through my afterglow flooded mind. “Rasahakas are not indoor pets, they hunt. Still as your mistress, I am entitled to a portion of your bounty.” The paw lifted and I gasped for breath. It loomed into my vision and I stared up at her purple pads, four perfectly oval beans, the shine of her black canine claws. The toes spread and that spade shaped central spade like pad came down on my face. Pressed into its spongy softness my body and essence shivered, then the sensation contracted, an orgasm in reverse, something concentrated in my pussy. Then a violent clench, I expelled something hard and round with a wet pop. 

“Yes that will do nicely.” Xianta’s foot lifted away and my cheek cried out for the lack of its warmth even as my lungs celebrated the return of oxygen. Yet with each breath I felt the blooming of need within me, the sense of fullness that I’d gotten from Freddy vanishing entirely.  Not overwhelming but noticeably there. 

Xianta reached down and plucked a small shiny object from between my legs. Not white, more of a metallic luster. She rolled it between her fingers and smiled down at me. “Good pet. Its nigh impossible for me to recreate this in the void. Humanity is a very specific thing on this plane.”

“Humanity?” I mumbled. 

“Yes.” Xianta opened her mouth and tossed the thing down her throat. With a loud swallow, her form shimmered and contracted, resolving into that of a human woman with raven hair and pale purple skin. She examined her hand with long black nails and hrrmed to herself. “Not perfect but good enough for say, a dinner and a movie. Now get up and put something nice on.”

I obeyed belatedly, standing up on shaky knees. Xianta stepped close and the human form dissolved into her beastial beauty as she shepherded me out into the real world. 

“Its an illusion?” I asked, my voice still trembling. 

“In a way. It is a projection of humanity. It prevents all those awful seeking spells from finding my magic. Your collar does it too in a more limited fashion. You’re going to have to learn how to do it yourself soon.” She released me and the human illusion snapped back into place. Turning, she slid one panel of the mirrored closet aside and reached into it.

I blinked in surprise when she pulled out a black suit that I hadn’t worn in years. When she took the jacket off the hanger I reached out to take it from her thinking she intindented me to wear it. 

“No pet.” She gave a little shake of her head and pulled the jacket around herself. Her naked body suddenly clad in the entire outfit, except tailored skin tight for her curvy body and minus the shirt. The black suit jacket buttoned just under her breasts and displayed the entirety of their inner curves. Scarlet red, three inch heels clad her feet. “As I said, I’m good tailor. Now you.” She took a stride to the side to give me space, watching me with a predatory smile.

My tail lashed with nervousness, as I stepped up to my dresser and pulled open my underwear drawer, only had a couple pairs of plainish panties left. 

Again, that small shake of her head paused me. 

“You’re with me tonight, pet. There’s no need to shield yourself with fabric. In fact anything you wear that prevents access to those feline folds probably won’t fair well.” She said, making a hook with two fingers. “I do love having something for my hands to do when I watch a movie.” 

I felt my sex moisten as I stared back at her, my mind slowly working through the implications of that. When it arrived at the obvious conclusion I felt molten embarrassment spread up through my ears and leak into my cheeks. “I don’t own any skirts.” 

“Pick a shirt you like the pattern of. I’ll make it into a skirt.” Xianta said, her now human eyes held zero sympathy. 

I considered refusing for a half of a second but that was how I wound up with the Rashaka pussy in the first place. Looking down at myself, the fur had spread halfway down my thighs. Would it reach my toes by the end of the evening? Would my legs end in paws? Some part of me sang with joy at the possibility. Don’t think about that. I scolded myself. One step at a time. I had lots of shirts, which one would make a good skirt? 

A tapping attracted my attention, I drummed a nail on the top of the dresser as I’d thought. The cobalt blue shined while the gold stripe glinted. Didn’t I have a shirt like that?  I dug and found a dark blue T-shirt with a squiggly yellow gold pattern across it. I showed it to Xianta, “Could you make this a skirt and alter the colors so they match my nails?” 

“Done.” She snapped her fingers and a pleated skirt encircled my waist, the golden pattern matching my hastily done nails perfectly. A deep red short sleeve polo shirt complemented the dark blue. I didn’t like what I saw in the mirror. A dude in a skirt with pretty nails, a cross dressing attempt that chickened out halfway. Xianta seemed pleased but I wasn’t sure if she liked the outfit or simply enjoyed the red tone of my skin.  

“I’ll drive.” She gave me an affectionate pat on the bum and then we were walking through the building, me following in her wake like a forlorn puppy. Only once we arrived at my SUV did I realize the skirt had no pockets nor did I possess keys, wallet or cell phone.  None of that proved an obstacle for Xianta. The car started itself up and the driver’s door swung open on its own accord. “It's always nice to have machines that remember their function.” She said as I slipped into the passenger seat. 

“Uuh, machines on your ship need reminding?” I asked conversationally. 

“Oh yes. They can get terribly confused. I have a sewing machine that thinks its a seagull, it's terribly vexing to have to catch it every time I need to mend a sail.” She chuckled as she expertly backed out of the parking spot and drove out of the garage. “They’re a terrible influence on any toy I bring on the ship too. That TV already has preference for childrens cartoons and spy movies, I have to threaten it if I want to watch something else.” 

“How do you even get cable on that thing?” I chuckled. 

“Magic of course.” Xianta answered, then launched into an explanation on how she has to tune her ship to our dimension, weaving her power into a net like antenna. Totally fascinating, it should have been absolute gibberish but I could almost see what she spoke about. The strings of spun chaos energy harvested from the far reaches of the multiverse. So engrossed I didn’t pay any attention to where we were driving. 

Only once we stopped and I had undone my seat belt did I recognize the spot. The parking lot of TaDED, Bill and Ted’s Excellent Dive.  

“Wait, shouldn’t we be at a fancier place?” I asked, suddenly very conscious of the fact I was freeballing, uh going commando in a skirt. “This is more of a casual place.” 

“Aaah but this place has a flavor you’ve been wanting to try for a very long time, pet. Now will you heel? Or shall I take out a leash?” 

“Yes mistress.” I whimpered and got out. The fiery heat surged back into the ears as I followed Xianta toward the blinking LED sign over the bar’s entrance. I prayed that everyone I knew wasn’t working this evening but I knew what a long shot that was. Every step I grew more certain I’d be recognized and with it the heat grew. By the time we reached  the door the warmth had flowed across my cheeks, down my neck and added to the kindling between my legs. As we stepped inside up to the please wait to be seated sign I could feel wetness creeping into the fur inside my thighs. 

“Hi there!” The cheery voice of Alice rang through my head as the pangolin fey touched bounce up to greet Xianta. “How many?” 

“Two please, a booth if one is available.” Xianta said with a smirk. 

I watch the slitted nostrils on the end of Alice’s blunt snout flare, her eyes narrowed and one ear drooped. She could smell me, the sex drenched pheromones I had to be leaking, hell I hadn’t showered since Freddy. I felt my clit swell as her head turned towards me, sniffing in my direction. Her eyes sprang wide open as recognition flashed in her human eyes.

“Gavin?” 

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