Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 46

Boon had never been so furious in his life nor more relieved as he stared at the projected video on the white wall of Agent Moose’s office. In that square of light, Vire pounded away at a cow or cow like creature with her giant cock, slowly becoming less and less human and more like a tauric linebacker that the Fey league football would kill for. The relief came from seeing her alive. The anger came from two parallel thoughts, how could she pound that little cow slut while his own pussy ached for that long-tapered cock, and then fury at himself for having that thought! She’d knocked him up for all the god’s justice! He’d thrown up every morning since that encounter. Every day since his teats and udder at swelled more. He’d woken up that morning to two coffee cups hanging on off his belly. Milking the things made him bleat out loud, not to mention spreading that fur a few more millimeters. The tail hadn’t poked through, but Boon could feel a strange itching around his coccyx after a milking. It was only a matter of time before…

“What you think Agent?” Agent Moose asked testily, Boon guessed that he’d repeated the question at least once. He focused on the image, the bellowing stag creature, his partner, now in a lot more ways than he’d ever guessed or hoped.

“Vire wouldn’t just do that, sir. She wouldn’t simply snap.” Boon said, already picturing her bending him over the table at that restaurant.

Moose snorted, “She was a class four, maybe five, when they sealed her. It was simply a matter of time. This video was recovered about an hour ago, but the kicker it was recovered from an automated security post on a public forum.”

Boon blinked. “This is a public post sir?” 

“That's right, its driving all the paranoid nut jobs into a frenzy. She IDed herself in the video as MBA and if anyone digs up her service record its gonna look very bad.” Moose said, “HQ is gunna come down on our heads like a bucket of napalm if we don’t come up with a solid excuse why we missed her devolution.”

“She was fine!” Boon heard himself lie.

“Bullshit,” Moose shouted, “She was slipping. We both knew it. Now we’re both gunna roast unless we can bag a big beastie. I’d book us both with the screeners now, but after hanging in that building for as long as we did, there’s a possibility that neither will pass.”

Boon quirked an eyebrow, had Moose just copped to getting tainted when they’d been called to the tower of Moo? He hadn’t noticed anything, but Moose’s tattoos effectively blocked his sight.

Moose hurried on before Boon would ask a question, “It won’t matter either way unless we can recover at least Vire and her girlfriend there.”

“That not her girlfriend!” Boon snapped, turning back to the image to hide his own sudden hotness and stared at the cow shaped thing under Vire. “Look at her!” He pointed at his partner's head, the camera’s resolution wasn’t great but he could see the blush of her arousal. Same as it was when they’d did it in the diner. When she’d encountered chaos magic. “She’s under the influence of something! And we found her SUV abandoned a few blocks away. Something attacked her.”

He jabbed his finger at the cow. “This was clearly placed in the building. Who the hell would attack an MDA agent and shove them into this?”

“Vire’s Fey patron for sure. They love nothing more than turning a high tier agent. Vire was probably assigned to us in this back water to prevent her patron from finding her.” Moose said.

“Its the chaos demon.” Boon said and found himself dead certain of it. The damn thing had been sending the pair of them illusions and visions since this whole thing started.

“The case you wanted to close?” Moose sneered. 

“I never found any evidence of it at the Big Box Mart once the manager disappeared, but that was definitely its energy at the restaurant.” Boon said, unable to hold Moose’s gaze.

Moose shrugged. “Chaos infestations usually take care of themselves anyway. You might get a cult of maybe a hundred and then one day they’ll all disappear. They’re not like fey, which are persistent weeds. Maybe it wiggled something loose in Vire but mark my words its the a fey who took advantage of that. If it was a chaos demon, we’d be drowning in tentacles, not wading through rivers of milk.” 

Boon swallowed, feeling his own udders stir at the mention of the creamy substance that produced. He wanted to shout at Moose just how wrong he was, but they had absolutely nothing more than a handful of disappearances and lust infliction. Except for Boon’s own pussy, crotch tits and pregnancy. Duty hammered at him, but it ran into the iron clad knowledge that as soon as he did, that little spark in his belly would be snuffed out. Images of his… her belly swelling with the heaviness of new life, of pushing out a new being with tiny hooves and the sound of a plaintive bleat echoed between Boon’s ears. It a combined into a heady combination of want and responsibly that closed around Boon’s heart. It strangled the confession to a mute, “Yes sir.”

The men lapsed into silence, Agent Moose scowling at the wall, Boon looking anywhere but him as tried to shove thoughts back into his very deep mental closet.

“Still…” Moose said slowly, “It's not like your talents lay in fey hunting. If you can find me solid evidence that this Chaos Demon is an active threat. Then I should be able to get you a strike team. You’ll be doing it after hours, understand? I can’t have the damn director asking me if I lost another agent.”

“Yes sir.” Boon smiled tightly.

“I’ll see if I can rustle up someone who wants to partner with this.” Agent Moose said, scratching his chin. “I’ll have someone for you tomorrow after your shift in the Wild District.”

Agent Boon’s nose wrinkled but nodded gratefully. “Thank you sir.” 

“Go home agent, its gonna be a busy day tomorrow.” Agent Moose waved him away and Boon was dismissed.

Boon managed to pushout thoughts about his corrupted body and push himself through the last hours of the day. Mentally, he reviewed what he knew of the Chaos Demon that had invaded the Big Box Mart and altered its reality to put its agent into the store manager’s position. How that agent had evaded capture, and they’d tracked it to a supposed family cabin. Then… things got hazy. They’d found nothing at the cabin, but something had happened there. That had been the night when he’d started noticing Vire’s scent and he’d started recoiling at his own reflection. Something had chased him, something striped. Then the restaurant where he and Vire had… Anyway, the employees had described a large tiger fey touched and the girl who had served her table had disappeared. 

Tiger… Orange and black stripes. But the Demon at the store had been more of a chimera, that udder. How it swung…

Boon lost far too many minutes to thinking about that udder and found his slit aching on the drive home. Worse, a warm tautness announced the fullness of his own small udder. The endless lines of brake lights snaked and crawled toward home. Boon’s mind churned over the little facts he had desperately trying to ignore that aching need between his legs. 

Besides the broken ward at the Big Box Mart, there’d only the smallest sign of chaos magic there. Yet there’d been a trace of it at the cabin, and the restaurant had been flooded with it. Strong stuff but thinking back, it been this miasma, while the traces at the store been more like a subtle webbing somehow, very tough to see.

At the restaurant, the mirror had talked but he’d seen no evidence of magic on it, but if he’d looked closer would he have seen threads? 

Two very different styles… what if there were two chaos demons?    

He’d never heard of chaos demons working together, but what would that look like? Tier seven… that meant continuity editing would be possible. Maybe something had happened at the Cabin and then hadn’t suddenly? With a shiver, Boon threw away the thought.

Focus on what you can do, He scolded himself. That more diffuse energy, the miasma, he could see that, he could track it maybe if the trail was strong enough. If the Tower of Moo was a distraction, then what was the MDA not suppose to notice? 

Boon’s thoughts were circling when he finally ground the tires of his SUV against the curb in front of his house. A small two-bedroom cottage nestled in a sleepy suburb, at least sleepy by the time he typically got home. A bleat of relief exited Boon’s throat as he exited the car. The lurch up on feet reminded Boon how full he’d… she’d gotten. The weight of her udder pulled insistantly, so taunt that it would start leaking if not attended too soon. Her slit came alive with moist warmth, anticipating a long session with the “That’s Bull Dick” dildo she’d been forced to rush out and buy after the encounter with Vire. Boon rubbed at her chest, tugging at the binding around her chest through her shirt as she fumbled to fit the keys in the lock.

The door swung open as snapped on the light. Boon froze. Something, someone huge, lounged across her couch, a large feline head rested on its arm, facing away.

“Don’t mind me, go ahead with your routine. Pretend I’m not here.” The massive tiger woman said without turning her head, but something dark moved in the white spot on the back of her ear. A pupil focused on Boon. 

“Yes.” Boon agreed. The tiger wasn’t here, so she threw herself into the house and locked the door. Tapping a few wards into place, she made for the kitchen, shedding clothes as she went. Shoes were kicked off, the pants and shirt next. Then the binding was unraveled, balled up and flung onto the counter to reveal two small but thick nippled breasts on her chest, each covered with a small adhesive sponge.

  “Naaaaaah!” She called as she peeled them off her body. The overwhelmed tummy control underwear came next, her two lobed udder springing free of the elastic as it moved down her body. “Baaaaaah!” Boon cried, massaging her red compressed flesh. Her two inch long teats drippled freely in response of the grasping hands. Unable to wait any longer she hopped her ass up onto the counter and spread her legs. One hand lifted the udder and the other dove into the black lips of her pussy.

A few moments of intense, concentrated movement and she let out a strained gasp. “Not enough. Never enough. Vire…” Still panting, she rinsed her fingers off under the kitchen facet before retrieving a large white box from beneath the sink. With practice ease, she takes it back to the living room where the tiger woman she had entirely forgotten about watched with intense interest.

In front of the TV, she opened the box. A foot long length of erect black silicon she sticks the hardwood floor. With far more care, she lifts a small contraption consisting of a shiny metal bottom and a glass container on top of it. Flicking a switch, the machine whirs to life with the soft sound of a motor.  Slowly, ritually, she unspools four lengths of black tubing. Plugs these into the machine, then attaches a long transparent cup to each. She arranged them in a row on the coffee table next to her, before getting up on her knees, positions her sex onto the tip of the long dildo. Slowly she slides down its length, opening her mouth with a silent cry. Only once her bottom is pressed firmly against her ankles does she grope for the cups. They make soft slurping noises as she fits them over each nipple and teat one by one.

Milk flows into the interior of each as the seal forms in pulses. The upper breasts each only yield drops but the lower issue a stream of creamy white liquid.

“Vire!” She bleats and leans forward, repositioning into a squat to bounce up and down the artificial cock. “Take me! Come and take me again! Nah-nah-NAAAAA!” No more words leave her, only bleats and moans as she continues to pound herself down onto the cock. The motion is imperfect, occasionally knocking off a cup, but she immediately put it back on even after her teats have gone dry. Then abruptly she finds her words again.

“Thats enough! Vire! You have to stop your gonna… Gonna… Knock me… <BLEEEET!>” She screams, body pulsing with the recoil of the orgasm. “Oh crud… I- no no!” She bends forward as something curls out of her flesh right above her pucker hole. The thick finger, blossoms with long tawny bristle like fur, and the new nub of a tail wags. Like a drop of paint, the color spreads out from the base of the tail out across thickening buttocks and inching up her spine. 

“Fuck!” Boon hurled herself forward, the elastic dong springs free of her slit, spraying a line of droplets onto the white ceiling. Shoulders heaving, she lets her head slowly fall until her forehead rests on the back of her hands. Closing her eyes, her tail twitches back and forth as she explores the novel sensation, soaks it in. Different but not bad, closer to the mommy goat woman that she keeps expecting to see in the mirror.

“Getting thick in that rear Agent.” Someone said.

Groaning, Boon pushed up and turned her head to peer down her back. The mound of her ass was plainly visible and she grasped one cheek to confirm. “Aw fuck,” she swore. That would be noticeable, wouldn’t it? It wasn’t a dump truck, but it was definitively an ass. The course hair that covered the majority of it wouldn’t do her any favors either.

An impulse seized her, she pull her hand back and then slapped it down on her ass. She giggled as she felt it jiggle, the motion transferring to the other cheek and back again. It was good ass, one that would be attractive to any one of the proper persuasion. Popping up onto her feet, she paced the length of the living room, practice swinging it.

“Not quite the same with your tail so short, but very nice.” That voice from before said, throaty and full of approval. Orange and black swam before Boon’s eyes but she shook them away.

No one could be here. No one could be allowed to see, her, Boon, letting her hair down. That's why she’d reinforced all the wards. Looking at closely at the surrounding air, it shimmered and the edges of things curled. Oh no, she thought. If she was emanating this much chaos magic she might trigger a ward at work. 

No! She had to find a way to keep going. Inhaling deeply, she pushed away emotions. This euphoria she’d experience every night when she gave in. That was false, a distraction. A distraction from… finding Vire, if she found Vire then…

In her minds eye, Boon saw herself, in goaty MILF glory, wearing an apron over a flouncy summer dress, taking something out of the oven between huge oven mitts. As she set the roast vegetable casserole on the stove top to cool the front door swung open.

“Honey I’m home!” Vire called as she stepped into the house, clade in slim suit, a fedora somehow perched between the antlers.

“Oh! You’re home early!” Boon flung herself at Vire who snagged her under the arms and twirled her around before they shared a deep kiss. They separated with Boon giving a joyous bleat.

“You mentioned the kiddo wasn’t coming home till late so I figured work could wait.” Vire said with a wink. “You’re not busy, are you my dear?”

“Uh, I just took the casserole out of the oven, but it can rest for… hours.” Her bar shaped irises shined with eagerness.

With a deep laugh, Vire’s pants exploded as lower body shifted to stag form. Her heavy hooves boomed as they hit the floor. Her two foot long a cock already out of its sheath and shining wetly.

“Ready for some quality time with your stag my dear?”

Boon brayed and threw herself beneath her husband/wife. 

Then…

Then…

Was someone laughing at her?

A deep chuckle filled the room. Boon shook her head to clear it. Black and Orange. It tried to push her attention away, slide her back to her ruminations, but instead she focused. A ward, the energies that pulsed through it were slippery somehow, urgently bombarding her a insistent urge to lookaway. Gritting her teeth, Boon forced herself to look through it.

Then gasped at the huge creature that lounged on her couch. A tiger demoness. The only trace of humanity in her face was her thick lips and the wicked intelligence in her golden eyes. A single horn curled from one side of her head and three spikes decorated the brow of the opposite eye. She wore a black leather halter that barely contained her breasts that was studded with sharp metal spikes of varying sizes in length. Similarly styled wristlets and anklets decorated her muscular limbs. From a thick collar hung a gleaming cat’s bell as big as a man’s fist. She laughed almost daintily into a paw that could easily enclose the majority of Boon’s head. Lifting her head she flashed a jovial grin, that gleamed with the white of her teeth. Her entire being writhed with cables of barely controlled magical energy.

“Oh Agent Boon, I had no idea you were soooo traditional.” She said, displaying no emotion but mirth.

Boon’s jaw dropped. The chaos demon. She recognized that the way that energy moved, the one that had corrupted the restaurant. She was sitting in her house! How? The place is warded! No, that didn’t matter. A basic circle might contain her for a few minutes. Smoke from the silvered candles in the basement could weaken her and the quartz meditation focus in the bedroom might be capable of injuring her. At the very least, she should dive for her pants and hit the emergency button on her cell. 

Yet, Boon didn’t make a move towards any of that. Instead, she demanded, “Where’s Vire and what have you done to her?”

“My my, isn’t it interesting how priorities shift once you discover what you really want out of life?” The Tigress answered, projecting feline smugness. 

“Return Vire to me and undo all your manipulations!” Boon said, drawing herself up to her full, not very impressive height. A nervous bleat sneaked out as the demoness’s golden eyes examined her with dispassionate interest.

“If I did that, you wouldn’t be a mommy anymore.” She said, one side of her muzzle quirking to display an infuriating smirk.  

Boon’s hands moved to protect her stomach so quickly they made an audible slap. 

The tigress continued, “I suppose I could try restoring you, but I can’t promise I’m very good at it.” She sat up, sitting down on the couch. She was nearly as tall as Boon was standing. Then offered Boon her paw.

Boon shied away from it, protecting both her stomach and her breasts.

“Come on, take my hand and I’ll give you back all your humanity and your original sex. That little spark in you is just that. If it's really important to you, it can come and join mine. Tigers have litters anyway, what's one more?” She patted her fluffy stomach, if Boon squinted she saw the tiniest of bulges there. 

“<Bleat!?> Why would you even offer that?!” Boon spat, still inching away from that paw.

“Because you’d never take me up on it. You’d much rather I’d do this.” Her paw hand turned over and closed her fingers as if she were gripping something invisible. With a twist, Boon heard the metallic squeak of an old valve being opened. Then she felt it, a pulse in her udders, a flow in their emptiness. She bleated, knees knocking together as the limp sac of her udder inflated like a pair of conjoined water balloons. They quickly reached size they were when Boon first came in the door and swelled further. The pleasure, the pressure, dropped Boon to the floor. She pressed her palms down on it, squeezing them against her thighs, causing her teats to lift and spray out twin streams of milk.

“Ba-Baaaaaaah!” Boon threw back her head to release the cry of pleasure.

The tiger woman tossed something toward Boon, a glimmer that stopped in front her and solidified into a lipstick red valve handle, like that on an exterior facet.

“Can you even bring yourself to turn it off yourself? Better hurry or those will be impossible to hide soon,” The Tigress taunted. 

Boon stared at the handle, she felt her udder’s walls stretching taunt, the pleasure of skin growing to contain the warm liquid filling them rolled through her body. Stop her! Stop this! Her mind screamed, the pleasure wasn’t over whelming. She could move, she could think. The udder swelled, eclipsing half the length of her thigh. Gasping, Boon flung an arm out to grasp the handle, gripped it.

The goat woman in the mirror appeared in Boon’s mind, her teats had extended past her knees and, the demoness in the store, her lovely udder was far larger than the one in her lap. How much milk would her kid need? Had to make sure there’d be enough capacity.

Her chest tingled, heralding the warm rush of her breasts starting to fill, new pleasure but more than that, the want. The yearning she’d felt every morning to be that tawny colored goat woman and the mental effort of convince herself that it shouldn’t be, couldn’t be.

“I’m not like this!” She cried out as she let go of the handle to cup her swelling breasts. “Your making me do this! I’m not a freeeeeak!” It wasn’t just her breasts and udder either, as the mammaries swelled her nails grew long and dark. The fingers, two on each side of the thick nipples, each merged together, leaving her with only a pair.

“That’s the fun part.” The Tigress purred and stretched on the couch. “I’m not doing anything to your mind. All I did earlier was strip away your self image. One constructed of societal expectations and responsibilities. Goat Boon, the one in the mirror was waiting, buried beneath that.”

“You’re lying!” Boon shouted, failing to stop the mad smile from stretching her face, “You making me like this! You’re in my head! Addicted me!” The rest of her body flowed, the changes spreading, belly swelling, toes yielding to cloven hoofs, fur spreading everywhere. A pressure at her temples announced the arrival of her horns. So close now. She seized the handle one more time, turning it just a little to the left. The flow of magic, changes and milk slowed but she couldn’t bring herself to close it.

Not yet.

The room filled with her angry bleating as she wrestled with what she knew she should want and what she actually wanted. Her old life flashed before her, spurts of anger at certain fey touched. Masked envy. More than that, her slumped attitude in life. Born with square eyes of order, meant she drifted into the ranks of the MDA without effort, embracing a smug superiority without question. She hadn’t cared, it had taken all of her available effort to ignore the yearning.

An itch spread on across her scalp, long tresses of flaxen blond hair crept down the sides of her face. Instantly, ideas of all the ways she could style it leapt through her mind: Waves, curls, braids, updoes and down dos. Dresses too, flowers, pokadots, ruffles and so much pink. She’d be pretty, pretty for someone. Someone like Vire.

“YES!” She wretched the valve to the right, turning it so sharply something snapped. Her face bones surged outward, “Naaaaay!” She brayed a mix pain and ecstasy. 

The magic swirled inside her, yet her breasts and udder stopped expanding once it gave her true face but there was but one place left to change, the square pupils of her eyes. The gray irises glittered with a rich amber as it spread to over the surface of the eye. Only then did the pupil begin to stretch, widening width wise.

Colors swirled into Boon sight, the Tiger lady positively bloomed with them. Nexi of light studded her black stripes and the woman was at the center of ribbons of silken magic. More than just her, the entire room around her entered her field of vision.

A flicked of power from the tiger and the tawny goat woman of Boon’s vision appeared before her contained in wooden frame. Long tresses of hair flowed from her head to pool upon the ground. Boon straightened, saw the large breasts, the plump belly and the udder that nearly hid her knees but none of it disappeared when she closed her eyes. Her palms felt the thin fur that covered her arms and as she struggled to her feet… hooves, she felt the weight of it it all. The hips, the hair, her breasts and most of all the gallons of milk in her udder. The heaviness pulled at her very being, concentrating it into a single purpose.

“Meeeeeeelk Meeeeeeeh!” She bleated, swayed there, overwhelmed. The image of her milker bubbled up through her overlaiden brain. Yes that would help!

“Ssssshhhhh. Easy mamma goat.” The tiger lady cooed from beyond the dark of Boon’s eyelids and steel like strength lifted her into softness.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Slurp.

Each teat was quickly engulfed and the blessed suction started. Boon leaned against her captor’s chest and moaned her relief as the weight of her milk slowly, ever so slowly ebbed away. Her eyes fluttered opened to see her Milker perched before her on the coffee table but fitted to a much larger tank.

Good, it be a shame to waste it all.

Anger flickered up in her. Was this it? Had she lost to the demon that easily? She tossed her head, half heartedly trying to jab the tigeress with one of her short horns.

The predator only laughed. 

“Stubborn one, arn’t you? Between the tail, the udder and your own day dreaming about riding a two foot long deer cock they would have discovered you tomorrow. Then you’d spend the next months or years in chains.”

“But, then they’d know. Know there are two of you. That you’re behind the tower of Moo.” Boon said, resisting the temptation to just, melt into the pleasure of the milking, the security of the demon’s lap. 

“Maybe,” she allowed, stroking Boon right between the eyes with a single finger. “Good thing for me you don’t actually care, do you?”

That single, gentle touch made it very difficult to concentrate, but still she answered, “Vire. What have you done to Vire.”

“Vire is… very busy. She has a whole herd to take care of now.”

Boon’s stomach quavered as she saw herself competing for with dozens of goats for her stud’s attentions. Though, if she had to, she’d butt heads with the best of them. “You’ll bring me to her now?” 

“No. I want you to go to work tomorrow. I don’t one anyone to notice you're missing yet.”

“What?” Boon sat up, twisting to look the demoness in the eyes. “Are you insane?!”

The Tigress chuckled.

“Do you want me to be captured? Why would I do that? I surrendered. Bring me to Vire!” Boon bleated in frustration, “Please!” 

Her pleas met only a confident smirk and a curious head tilt.

“You… you…” Boon swallowed as the cogs in her head turned and she looked past the demoness’ skin. Her being a fire storm of energies, pulsing with predatory power and bloated with essence. A monster, one at least tier five, one capable of wielding magic as easily as a human might swing a hammer or drive a car. Still, nowhere near as powerful as the one that had withstood the combined fire of thirty agents. “You want me as a double agent.”  

“Good girl.” She nodded and her praise made every fiber of Boon’s being feel bright. “Don’t worry. I will provide a disguise.” Extended a paw toward the coffee table, the Tigress made a strange sound, like a strangled meow. Her legs shifted beneath Boon, pressing together as the scent of cinnamon musk filled the room. Eyes of all shapes and colors opened along her stripes. Then she sagged, grasping for breath, thighs rubbing needily together. The fire of her soul had dimmed. Whatever she’d done, it taken alot out of her. So intent on the Tiger lady’s condition that it took Boon a moment to notice the thing on the coffee table.

When she did, Boon shrieked.

There, Boon looked at deflated copy of herself, or rather himself the human she’d been. Except for the oversized zipper that stretched across the length of his torso. 

“There. I made you a Boon suit.” The Tigress panted, sounding quite pleased with herself.

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