Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 45

One more corner, one more Taboo, and the foundation of the Temple would be complete. The building itself thrummed with my energies. My stripes were spreading through the walls. Most never perceived the black lines that wove through the gray industrial paint but those with a shade more potential than the rest stop and stared. No matter where they were in the store, these individuals saw us as we strode out from the loading area and onto the floor. The confident sway of my hips, the lash of my tails undulating behind me. On one finger dangled the loops of a leash that led to two collars, one pink, Mary’s, the other the shocking red of the brightest of lipsticks, Bitch’s collar. Mary’s muzzle wore a small, yet predatory smirk while Bitch panted, constantly licked their lips as she viewed the world through lust filmed eyes. They did not saunter or stride, made so heavy by the weight of their metal balls that hung between their bowed legs that the floor visibly rippled with every lumber step. Purple vapor curled out from their fur from the still dissolving cum they’d rolled in.

Out of the hundreds in the store on this late afternoon, only ten really saw us. One of them had the audacity to be afraid.

A young woman spotted my stripes as she wheeled her cart between the freezers that held frozen bacon and not meat burgers. Exhaling a loud gasp, she gave her cart a hard shove before turning to run. Too late for her though, I’d seen into her. Mika Seniko, a MDA academy washout with perceptive talents but little tolerance for their paramilitary bullshit. Despite her misgivenings, she had every intension to call the MDA as soon as she exited the building.

I tsked and shook my head.

“What is it Madam?” Mary asked as Mika’s sprint was continually ruined by shoppers drifting into her way, rendering her progress toward the exit little more than a fast walk. 

“Mary, my good girl. There is one more role, one more aspect of you I need. The part of you eagerly fetched me all those malcontents this morning. The Temple Guardian.”

“As you desire, my Madam.” Mary grinned and welcomed the power I sent surging through her body. A part of her mind budded off and a new head smoothly pulled free of her skull. This new aspect bore a blunter muzzle full of teeth, with protruding saber like canines, a collie mixed with a bulldog.

“I dub you Hunter.” I reached up and patted her muzzle as they all growled. “There is a panicked lady in your territory who’s in need of a new occupation.”

With the addition of a third muscular neck, their torso broadened and thickened. Far too massive to balance on two legs, they fell forward onto their heavy hand paws. They pushed into this change of locomotion, stretching out into a doggy bow as their torso lengthened. Then they bent low, enduring pain as everything swelled, grew as my creature tossed away their last semblance to humanity. Bigger than even the largest of the Clydesdale horses, seven foot tall at the shoulder and broad as a small car.  My hound howled in three distinct voices and sent everyone screaming for cover. 

“Now, Mary Bitch Hunter, Fetch me that scared rabbit.”

They answered with thunderous bark, their massive tail gave one wag before they exploded into movement. Dashing toward the front of the store at freeway speeds but never less bounding with such agility that not single person or cart was struck. 

Mika had just made it past the checkouts and suddenly found her way to the exit open. She gave a hopeful cry and launched herself into a sprint. Two steps and something both soft and hard side swiped her. She stumbled, arms grabbing at empty air before falling onto her side. The ground beneath her jumped. When she looked up, she found three sets of eyes boring down and more worrisome, three sets of gleaming fangs.

“Wanna play?” One of those sets of teeth asked, the one below the pink eyes. The others simply growled

Mika gave an incoherent scream of terror, scrambled to her feet and ran. Her gaze fixed on a sign for an emergency exit. Yet, the monster appeared before her, blocking her path. This time she took in more details, the pendulum swing of its human like breasts and beyond those, a flash of vivid red, its unsheathed cock. 

“No need to run! We have a new role in mind for you.” Another head said calmly, as if a three headed truck sized dog was something you could have a pleasant conversation with. 

Skidding to a stop, Mika lit out, running back the way she’d come, going into the store. The hound gave an eager howl as it gave chase. Mika prepared herself for the sensation of its teeth in her back, but when it didn’t come her awareness broadened. The left side of body, where the monster had touched her tingled. Glancing at her arm she saw streaks of purple something smeared across her skin. A warmth opened between her legs and she found her breasts aching in a decidedly unusual way for running without a sports bra. 

The world darkened. Mika looked up to see the huge cock soar over her head, along with the twin wrecking balls passing within an inch of her head. It landed in front of her and for a strange moment Mika found herself chasing the monsterious canine, watching the swing of those balls and the glistening of a shade that she could probably shove her entire head into. The thick scent of its sex filled her mouth and lungs.

Its not gonna eat me, its gunna fuck me. The thought peirced her brain like an arrow even as she turned to run down a side aisle. As the stacks of peanut butter and hazelnut spread blurred past she found her steps slowing, the adrenaline fading as the image of that massive cock piercing her rose in her mind. Its gunna fuck me.

Mika knew that wouldn’t be good. Magical pleasure always had consequence, pleasure was a trap. The honey that hid the poison. Yet she couldn’t hang onto the fear that propelled her, steps slowing to mere jog when she reached the end of the aisle. She found the creature waiting for her, blocking the path to the front of the building. The pink-eyed head caught her gaze, its lips pursed into a blown kiss. Mika stumbled away from the creature, crashing into a wall of potato chips before regaining her footing. It… no she, barked and followed, nipping at her backside. Never breaking skin but tearing her clothing away bit by teasing bit. Each touch of the beast seemed to contain a promise that made her own sex blaze. To be under such a huge, powerful creature, to thrust her head between those breasts, to taste that cock inside her.

A cry of need tore through Mika as her panties were ripped away. A wall of paper towels loomed before her. End of the road. Mika surrendered, dropping to the ground and presenting her sex for that great cock. The hound did not disappoint. It stepped over her, letting Mike feel those huge breasts drag across her back before filling Mika’s waiting sex. A brain melting thrust, then another before the knot slammed into her. Mika screamed somewhere between pleasure and pain.

It was in. Mika moaned as her mind dropped into an ocean of bliss that this… fullness opened inside her.  It was impossible to imagine anything more than this cock stuffing her. Then the pumping started, fizzy and warm. As it poured in, pulse by pulse, Mika could feel a part of herself dissolving, evaporating but before she could explore the gap, figure out what was lost, the warmth rushed in, filling in the gaps.

“Oh gaaaawd!” She moaned as she rippled and crested. “Its ahhhhh, its buh-buh-BWAAAK!” Teeth felt funny, too smooth. Ripple. “Buh-buh-buuuuuuh.” Crest. “BUH-BWAAAK!” Something yellow in color poked into the bottom of her vision.

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I pulled back from the experiences of one Mika, soon to be a source of many of this store’s hyper local eggs. Mary Bitch Hunter had broken her last taboo, the direct harnessing of a relative innocent. Now I had work to do. I strode to that last corner where my hound had skewered my first chicken.

“Very good girl.” I praised them, patting their side, giving each one of them a good ear scratch. Bitch was blissed out, Hunter eyed the other shoppers with suspicion while Mary yawned, looking bored.

“Somewhere else to be Mary?” I asked. Her ears flattened briefly.

“I have things to do Madam. This job training taking longer than I thought. Could you help Madam?” She fixed me with big, puppy dog eyes.

“Is fiiiiine.” Bitch murmured while Hunter briefly turned one ear, a canine shrug.  

Chuckling, I peered beneath them, Mika hung, her ass suspended with the hounds’ knot. Feathers were slowly populating her buttocks and yellow beak was in the midst growing from her mouth. As this was Mika’s first introduction to the essences of my mistress, her transformation would probably take hours. I could speed it up but where’s the fun in that?

I summoned a few straps, which flung themselves around the hound’s torso and the MDA flunk out. They lifted Mika from the ground and secured her position as a softly Bwaking cocksleeve for my latest pet.

“There, is that better Mary?”

She barked in affirmation and wagged their tail.

“Now I want you to inform everyone that there will be an all hands meeting tonight. There will be food, libations and entertainment.”

“So a party?” The tail wagged faster.

“Paaaarteeeee. Paaaaaarteeee.” Bitch chanted dreamily.

“Food?” Ask hunter.

“Yes. Make sure nobody misses it.” I told them.

“Right away Madam!” Tail wagging so hard it could probably knock a human air born Mary Bitch Hunter raced away toward the offices. Their under slung job trainee making quite a ruckus. The customers stared. It was taking quite a bit of essence to make them all believe this was normal and not scary. No matter though. I groomed a stray lock of fur back into place as I turned to the corner. In a few moments, this would be a temple to Xianta and all that happened here would be as normal as apple pie. The more horny mutants the better. After a week or two of eating and shopping here, all the customers would be like family. As I channeled the energy and the building peeled slightly away from the local reality, I thought about all the renovations. Foxy would enjoy a few dancing poles placed about, a pool for Freddy and a stock of fresh fish. A divan for myself besides a mirror large enough for Xianta to pilot her ship through, if the Mistress desired.  Oh, I could not wait for her touch again and the chance to beg for just a taste of her sex.

All we needed now was time. Hopefully, the MDA would be too busy cleaning up the barnyard downtown to notice us here. I’d have to keep close tabs on the pregnant nanny. 

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