Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 50

The moment Boon started scheming to infect her fellow MDA agents was when I stopped fretting so much about failing my task. The MDA were blind, fixated on their traditional enemies, the Fey, while the freedom of chaos would drip into their ranks. The Temple’s rising would take them entirely by surprise and, combined with the defections among their ranks, I had little doubt that they’d quarantine the city. That would present its own challenges. Feeding everyone with chaos magic wouldn’t be a long-term solution. Though we are far from the iron wall that guards against the majority of Fey outposts, I’m sure they’ll be coming to parley as well.  

All of that would be problems for future day, for now I tended my growing garden, purring with contentment as the seeds I’d planted took root. It be so easy to spend every waking moment submerged under the pleasures of the flesh. I had no shortage of willing and eager attendants. Men who ached to suck on my toes, women who dreamed of writhing against me. Those between wishing to join my roars of orgasm. I granted these desires to the brightest of stars, but still I supped lightly at those offered teats. 

There is instead a very different sort of pleasure in watching the seams of society strain and shift. Thanks to all the gifts of my Mistress, I had a front-row seat. 

Most folks come to big box mart anywhere from once a week to once a month, but after a few days of enhancing our products, traffic through our door surged. The protections I’d put on the building prevented them from precisely identifying what they wanted other than an certain appetite for more.  

Day by day, the fashion of those pushing the shopping carts shifted toward the wild. First the addition of small signifiers: leather collars, earrings or pendants featuring an animal and, if they had them, wearing clothing to reveal rather than hide marks of the Fey. Just a bit of boldness to advertise the wildness in their hearts. Those small rebellions were unpunished. The dancers on the poles complimented them on those steps and they watched one of my little house cats yowled as she foisted herself down on the guard dog’s knot in the corner of the store. They grew bolder, abandoning the everyday uniform of their jeans and t-shirt in favor of expression. Heavy multi skirted gowns of black lace, walked beside a woman in a silvery bikini, men strode in tuxedoes and multicolored skirts. I created a rack of clothing that answered their desires. They dressed not for the body they had, but for the body they wanted, the one growing inside of them. The aisles became a colorful parade as the temple expanded to accommodate them all. The straight paths bent into a labyrinth of corners and dead ends where lust can be given into.

During the aftermaths of my communing with Xianta, I peered into the lives of the customers. They collected more and more magic into their bodies with each visit or meal they made of their purchases. Some sated their growing lusts in private, others reached out, shattering old relationships and forging new ones. I tried to keep a lid on things. Those who started physically changing too quickly were recruited, splitting time between the indulging their bodies and expanding the temple’s underground. 

But I am not my Mistress, my control is limited and within ten days the majority of big box mart customers have been here at least twice. The normality of this place is fraying as more and more people start noticing the extra nipples on their bellies, the sheaths growing around their cocks and the pain of sitting on a tender nub of a growing tail. 

Then a news anchor gives into her long time fantasy and exposes herself on air with an eager meow. The MDA, still firmly in denial of its own milky problems, finally registers us. The pulse of magic cannot be hidden when they finally cast their auguries in my direction. 

Agent Boon slips from their HQ, the agents around her all finding themselves distracted by a sudden heat in their groins and a weight on their chests. She rips off her hated human suit and leaves it there in the parking lot. She drives for the temple in a straight arrow. Nothing on her mind but the payment I promised her. 

There is nothing to do but begin.  

I stand from my divan. Everything about the temple has grown. The space for those to gather before me now holds hundreds of writhing bodies in the evening. This morning it was more a space for mutual grooming. Colorful servants offer teas and nibbles to any who wish. It is a relaxed atmosphere after a wild night. It is a Saturday though and the aisles are bursting with adherents. Many of their number on the precipice of joining us. The thick scent of their desire drifts through the air.  

There’s no need to raise my voice, no need to declare that this is the moment that Xianta will join us. I simply allow all my eyes to open and finally pull away the curtain I’ve hung. They all stop to stare at what my Mistress has sculpted a lowly pathetic man into.

Seven feet of immodest beauty, clad soft fur over curves of predatory muscle. Within the borders of black and orange sit my countless eyes, meeting theirs. They grasp as their souls are penetrated, all of their desires, hidden and otherwise are born out to me. Some tremble in shame, others straighten, defiant, but they all part before me. My tail swishes behind me as I spread my hands to caress their faces, to each I pluck out the barriers that held them back. 

You can be. Let yourself become in Xianta’s glory. 

Some are not ready. They flee, threading through the crowd but the majority moan and fall toward me, hands seeking my body. A woman in a dog collar whimpers, a man in shimmery blue shirt trills. I let them glom onto my tail but keep moving, pulling it through their arms and fingers. Each moment of contact I let them feel the heat of my own loins as their own. Once the softness escapes their grip, they reluctantly lift their gaze from me to find another, equally struck with a burning need. Eyes meet and they throw themselves at each other, clashing together, they rip clothing from each other’s bodies as they seek out each other’s pleasure. As moans and gasps soon blend into savage growls, screeching and yowls that are beyond a human throat. Fur, feather and scales spread across all colors of skin. Wings, tails and tentacles sprout as their bodies are twisted to conform to their inner desire, humanity flowing away, leeching into me and the temple itself. 

While I only gift one in ten of the crowd with my direct touch, the effect spreads like a slow moving wake. The scent of the frenzied copulation snaps the restraint of many who begin to fondle themselves as they stare at transformations. A nudge, accidental or otherwise is all it takes to turn and press their lips to a stranger’s. 

Those who take a step back, who cannot bring themself to flee from us, find themselves bumping into an employee who is eager to help them past their hesitation. I grin, soaking in the human essence with every breath. The entire temple descend into a sea of sexual pleasure, shared orgasms spreading like waves and breaking against the walls. 

Thousands of creatures flood up from the lower levels to join in the complete release. The chitterings of the rodent digging crews, the moos and clucks of the dairy, joins with the howls and mows of the guardians. All dive in with abandon. I ache to join them, submerge myself in the rivers of lust and abandon. 

Yet, I resist for the moment, watching the bright light of Boon’s purpose as she races toward us. The goat had done well, and I needed to find her reward, at least drag Vire to the edge of this malestorm. 

<Squeak!> <Squeak?!>

I turn to see Freddy swimming through the sprawling orgy, squeezing between bodies, hopping over heads, dodging wings, claws and fingers that grope after his little cock by diving beneath the fray. His head popping up like a prairie dog as he surveyed the crowd, and found it wanting until he finally spotted me. 

“Madam Ravinal! <Squeak!>” He called out with joy before tunneling straight for me. 

“Good boy!” I cooed at him, lowering my hands to scoop him up but he scooted around them with thoughtless ease and clambered up the inner side of my leg to ram his head into my wet sex. 

“Wait, no! Bad pet!” I protest as he rubs the crest of his head across the length of the my slit with expert smoothness. Gasping, I stagger against a wall. “Mommie wooorrrrkng!” 

Yet, I’m spreading my legs, not closing them, reaching over my head to sink claws into the wall instead of pushing his tiny body away. He does as I’ve been training him this last week, using his short muzzle to part my folds, before ravishing my clit. I’m trembling on the edge within moments. He pulls back for a quick breath before thrusting what feels to be his entire body into my sex and thrashing wildly. 

The sudden fullness shatters my remain composure. 

“YES!” I roar, falling down to all fours my tail going bolt straight and up like a flag of need. My size, my strength, even my magic is useless against the horny little otter I’d sculpted my friend into. Twirling, scratching, wriggling inside me, it drives me first to my knees and then my elbows. My screams for MORE! drown out everything. 

He answers my begging by withdrawing, wrapping his furry little arms around the base of my tail and thrusting his tiny dick into my ocean deep cleft and I love it. 

“Come! Come!” I beg with shameless abandon. “Breed me!” 

<Squeeeeeeak!> He spurts inside of me, but the warmth of his seed only fuels the fire in my loins and my mind sparks with the need to pleasure others. The ceaseless orgy reaches me and I am not drawn into it, but beneath it. My tongue tastes a familiar flavor as it runs across the underside of a foot paw. I clean each of her white furred toe before Jillian graces me with her sweet pussy, wrapping her legs around my head and grinding against my muzzle. I taste her eagerness to serve, to obey and it becomes my own. 

I open myself to all manner of cocks and tongues as the wild animals trade me off between them, slaking their lust on my offered sex, filling my mouth with paws and pussies, their mouths teasing, suckling and biting my plump nipples. Foxy finds me, wraps my tail around their lithe torso and I beg for their cock. They rub their shaft back and forth across my opening, forcing me to demonstrate the skills of my tongue on their stripping pole and proclaim myself their “Dirty cumdump bitch!” When they finally gift me with that knotted cock I yowl and mew, a pathetic kitty helpless against their first heat. 

Once Foxy dumps their load and pushes me back into the churning morass I drift, sucking, taking from all who deem me worthy for their affections. A hand clamps on my ear and pulls me up. A cervine face. Xianta? But no, it is Vire in all her antlered glory. Snorting with derision, she shoved me beneath her long torso. I swallow her sword like cock and cup her massive balls as she slams her hips into my face. An even wider cock takes me from behind, Mary Bitch Hunter, mounts me, knotting me with ease. The pair of them dump gout after gout of cum into my belly, I feel it swell and grow, weighing me down to the spot. When they finally withdraw, the dome of my belly dominates my body and blots out my downward view. Dicks of all sizes are using my pussy, one after another. 

“Drink.” The combined voices of Boon and Floyd command. I obey, gulping down milk from every offered teat, heedless of how my own breasts swell and first drip, then squirt milk of my own. Sodden moos roll from my throat. Countless moments passed as I gloried as each of the monsters took their lusts out on me. I had been their prestress, their omniscience temptress. Now I lay beneath them all, barely even a pet, almost in immobile plant for them to fertilize with their pleasure.  

And I gloried in it all.