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Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 47
🕑 Added 2025-04-24 17:09:19 +0000 UTCMaking the Boon suit had nearly undone me entirely. It took all my willpower not to pin her to the floor and shove her muzzle into my pussy. The semi living suit was the most complicated thing I’d ever summoned out of Chaos and the energy had me on the edge of orgasm and hence destruction for what had felt like hours.
Had it been anyone else besides Boon been in the vicinity I would have indulged, but I didn’t want to break her infatuation with Vire or pollute her with guilt. The agent had more willpower than most. I was fortunate her loyalty to the MDA had proved to be less than ironclad.
I left quickly after making the deal with Boon and went outside where Jillian waited in the car. The little cat maid eagerly sank her muzzle into my mound to attend to my magic induced heat. Her utter joy at being of service got me off almost as much as her increasingly skilled tongue. Our combined purrs chorused together as she chauffeured me back to the temple.
It still looked like a big box mart outside, but that would change when we were ready. For now it simply appeared that an unusual number of employees were working the night shift. Those without families, easily influenced spouses or the few who simply no longer possessed thumbs were staying the night.
I entered with Jillian trotting by my side, dropping to all fours to hurry ahead of me and open the employee entrance. A sleek shape the size of a medium dog immediately bolted from the darkened interior and leapt at my chest. I caught it with ease.
“<Squeak!> <Chirp!>” Freddy wriggled happily in my arms, nuzzling my cheek and neck.
“Awww were you waiting for me?” I chuffed and petted the water weasel until he calmed down enough to relax, mold himself to my arm, and yawned.
“So is that MDA asshole sucking on his teat without a single thought between his ears?” Freddy asked.
“No.” I chuckled. “But we have an arrangement. She’ll be keeping an eye on her fellows for us.”
Freddy clicked with frustration but did not argue further. We entered the building, and I inhaled the welcoming musk of home. Boon hadn’t gotten home until after midnight and now it was well into the witching hour. The now nightly party was long over and our slumbering residents lay on mats or other bedding scattered in newly dug tunnels beneath the store. On the top of the looming pallet shelves, feline shapes lounged, their glowing eyes piercing the murk. Audience members of the Cat House who had chosen to answer my call. A minority, the rest prowled the city guided by instinct and guile. I suspected there’d be more scratching at my door once a few of them got caught.
Below them, the light click-click of claws on concrete could be heard, low slung canine shapes, some on two feet, others on four patrolled the store. They wore tattered security uniforms. Mary Bitch Hunter’s newly formed pack didn’t trust the cats to serve as the only night time sentinels. The canines bowed to me as I passed, while the cats gave me a slow blink of absolute trust.
While sides of the store looked the much the same as ever, it was the central area, that usually held the soft goods and seasonal section that had been remade into a temple. Four golden pillars marked the area. On a marble stage stood a grand golden statue of Xianta, I’d created it in the pose of a lounging buddha but she’d sat up, spread her legs and had a hand thrust beneath her udder. Seeing her made me ache all over again.
Besides the statue sat my plush and so comfortable divan. At the foot of that lay Mary Bitch Hunter. Mary’s more petite head rested on top of Bitch. Hunter watched me with one sleepy eye. Their tail thumped softly on the stone floor before settling. Before the stage stretched a sea of tasseled pillows and mats of all sizes. In the center, in a direct inspiration from the Cat House sat a smaller stage with a pole. Foxy slumbered with her back against it, legs spread, another lithe vulpine passed out between them. This new fox having more traditional red and black markings.
I laughed softly, they’d taken their role as after-hours entertainment very seriously, good to see that they wouldn’t be a solo act anymore, my fox boi deserved some rest. Letting them sleep, I stepped up onto the stage and sprawled across my divan. Once the temple fully emerged, I’d have private quarters built for me, servants and pets. Till then I’d live here in the open space of the temple, under the gaze of the Mistress’s idol. My old apartment would be a bolt hole if things became unstable.
Settling down, I slept the rest of the night away, Jillian curled up by my feet and Freddy snuggled against my stomach. The lights snapped to full brightness as morning came, but I ignored it, continuing to doze but watching everything through my eyes that hid among the tiger stripes that decorated the walls.
The production department, the first finished room I’d constructed below, was the first to stir. Vire herself arrived first, her balls heavy and swinging. Not bothering to find a partner, she mounted a cum barrel. Her bellows and grunts wake the others in their stalls. The cows dragged their swollen udders into the milking stalls, ten in total, while the four chickens clucked among themselves as they positioned themselves over the egg collectors to start the day. Last was Floyd, who positioned herself in the giant stall in the center of the room, the only one that would hold the still growing dragon cow, twice the size of Vire. Those cows who still had hands hooked themselves up while a pair of milk maids, mostly human except for their horns and cow tails helped the rest. After rutting a few times, Vire herself hooked up Floyd. My former boss let out a thunderious moo that shook the building once the pumps started on her teats. She raised her long tail, stamped her hooves and moaned as she squeezed out a huge pink spotted egg the size of a milk gallon. Vire personally caught it and deposited in a wheeled basket.
Once full with collected eggs, one of the milk maids pushed it up a ramp that led to the expanded bakery and dairy, the pipe that held all the milk followed the same route. There all the eggs that were too large to pass for normal chicken eggs were cracked and added to the various batters that would be the day’s quota of muffins, bagels and other baked goods by a small legion of bakers that were still mostly human, starting to pepper their speech with clucks and moos. As the scent of bread swept through the temple, the first-floor employees stirred or arrived to help unload the trucks arriving with the day’s first shipment. Mary Bitch Hunter among them, to season the merch. The cargo crew consists of mostly of bipedal canines and donkeys, braying and howling flirtatiously at each other. The drivers witness multiple instants of the flirtation getting very physical and messy but they just roll their eyes. The magic of the temple makes it all seem pedestrian, too boring to mention to anyone else.
No converts among the truckers yet, they tend to stay in their cabs.
As the cargo is sorted and sullied, the floor crew some in, helping themselves to a free meal laid out for them. Its so gratifying to see my former coworkers embracing their inner horny animals. Most are domestic, cats, dogs, rodents or horses. They are riddled with heat now, requiring frequent fuck breaks to maintain their concentration. Even the most magic resistant among them sport ears and a tail, most have fur or feathers covering at least half their bodies. More than a couple have been assigned to door duty or the recruitment drive due to lack of fingers. Mary frets she’ll have to replace all the cashiers in a few more days. Course she says this while she’d got some one slung beneath her, starting to moo. Apparently we almost sold out of milk yesterday. Bitch does, love reassigning people though.
I start moving as the customers trickle in. Jillian serves me a leisurely breakfast. They see all of this as absolutely normal, as soon as they walk in the door, they know they are shopping in a temple of carnal delights and adjust their expectations accordingly. They forget as soon as they leave.
They listen politely as I preach, invite them to join me in abandoning inhibition and humanity. Some listen very hard. By mid morning I have my first volunteer “sacrifice” to Xianta. An elderly gentleman who is sick of being lonely. I place him on my Divan, straddle his thighs, and ride him until he howls. Then I ride him harder. As his limbs stretch and new instincts bubble through his mind, I show him the glory of the Mistress.
Then the Mistress is with me, beside me, inside me and everywhere else. So vast. I am to her as a single star is to a galaxy. She reaches through me, ecstasy of her touch causes me to roar, an unearthly keening warble. It momentarily disrupts the enchantments coddling the minds of those in the temple. Their eyes clear and in that small span of time, they comprehend their surroundings and the energies that pulse within their own souls. Fear, disgust, excitement, hope, joy, each person their own mix as they feel Xianta, the possibilities that she is. They don’t see her yet, don’t love her as I do, but they understand how this world has shackled them and through her lies freedom that they never dared to imagine.
My orgasmic roar subsides and the heavy sense of normality settles back onto them, the revelations are not forgotten but pushed away for now. They resume their tasks, their shopping. They watch Foxy demonstrate the personal massagers with performative gusto, don’t blink at the musky scent of the produce, adjust their underwear without questioning why they’re hard or wet. It's all just shopping. A few stare at me and the old man’s reshaping body, at the tiny stars shining from skin as Xianta promised him he’d never be alone again, that he’d be loved.
A doubt flashed though me, those bottles with the eyes and she chided me. Nothing is forever on the seas of chaos, even the most experienced sailor despairs when there is no port waiting for them over the horizon. She caressed my heart, opening it to my senses, showing me the portion of herself that flowed through it, entering void black and exiting fizzing with stars, renewed. Energized by my love and offerings.
I was already a port of call, miniscule compared to her vast soul. This was my purpose, my task, to create a grand port, her home. A great eternal task awaited her in the void, in the dreams of humanity and strange things.
The dog of stars howled with happiness as Xianta pulled him through me into herself. My eyes opened, my awareness expanded in every direction, for miles and miles around but also inward, through my heart. For the first time I saw her ship in its entirety. It had no beginning nor end, but I perceived it irregardless. It was not my mistress but a world devouring nightmare yoked to her will. Its mouths nibbled at the edges of our universe, clearing off strange parasites that siphoned off color and light.
A sparkly Infinitesimally small speck drew my vison. The dog of stars that had been a lonely man barked and begged a figure that held a stick. Xianta, but not my Xianta, more draconic in styling, threw the stick. The star dog chased after it as a swirling cloud of brightness.
There were many Xiantas in the ship. All the same and all different. I did not understand, but her love pulsed through me all the same. That I understood.
My task continued without pause while she revealed her glories to me. While she held me like this, I was not confined to a single thought or narrative. My eyes peered into all who inhabited this side of the city, from the edge of downtown, through the sprawl of shrinking apartment buildings and to the suburban neighborhoods. I desperately wished to peek into the Wild District but alas, it remained beyond my range for now.
Xianta’s energies subtly pulsed through so many, after just three days. They moved through normal routines but with a boldness that had been suppressed. An office worker left a rose on the desk of a coworker she fancied, a couple found their usually polite kisses quickly stole each other’s breath. A man strode into a gay bar for the first time on a whim. They were all little things, explorations of possibilities that had been believed closed. Not all of them were good, but that was the nature of life.
Xianta withdrew, the range of my gaze fell away and my self narrative merged back to a single thread passing through time. I focus on a mixed group of shoppers and employees who gathered in front of me. The shoppers were all still human, the employees decidedly less so, but their awe shone from under the heavy curtain of normalcy.
I rose from my divan on shaky legs and gently smiled at them.
“Do not fear. Our Goddess has taken him onto her vessel and he is bathed in her love. A new life to live.” I continued to preach, to try to make them understand. I heard my own words and knew that Gavin would have rolled his eyes a muttered something about crazy cults. I couldn’t entirely disagree, but it felt so strange to say these things and know them to be true or as close to truth I could force words. A woman volunteered to be the next to become part of Xianta’s crew, young but full of sorrow. I refused her, gently as I could, bidding her to wait till Xianta’s mark lay on the world and directed her to find Mary about employment. She had far too many connections to this world to step onto another and not be missed.
Life would be changing for so many soon. The release from the bindings that troubled her would come. Xianta would see to that.
