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Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 49
🕑 Added 2025-05-08 17:24:31 +0000 UTCThere were so many things Boon would rather be doing than this. They included looking for Vire, getting milked, masturbating, sleeping, baking cookies, coming up with ways to get her coworkers to drink her milk and so much more. Anything other than being trapped in her SUV with these three “hunting.”
She’d hope to lead them all astray, that the social media whispers about really large house cats that Trisha had pointed to would have been a complete waste of time. Then, discouraged, they’d all go home and get some rest.
But nooooo, Kine had a database of citizen that had multiple unexplained absences from work. As they approached the second house on the list Boon saw shimmering colors of chaos magic. Boon got ready to lie through her teeth, tell them everything was normal, but as they approached, it became clear she’d need to do a lot more than lie to convince anyone that things were normal at this house.
Three cats sprawled out across the roof, a bulky white tom with puffed cheeks and two slender Siamese cats. Not terribly out of the ordinary for sure, if not for the fact that all three of them were the size of German Shepards. The pelt, the smallest, a Siamese, whirled and pulsed with color to Boon’s vision. Fucking things didn’t even have the decency to hide as they drove up. They stared openly at the car with glowing eyes.
“Dems some big kitties.” Trisha said.
“Not seeing any glamor.” Moose announced.
“Its chaos magic.” Boon said, paused before adding, “They might be infectious.”
They were definitely infectious, especially the little one. Boon wondered if that was the answer. The Tiger lady had told her to do just what her old self would. Old Boon wouldn’t hesitate here.
“We gotta bag one.” She said. That would force some resources away from the Wild District. Maybe.
“On it.” Moose reached for the door handle as they were about to roll past the house.
The cats split, streaking off in three different directions, blurs of moonlit fur.
Moose launched out of the car, shouting out a string of Latin. A glimmering bet of silver threads shot out from his open palm at the Tom who’d leapt into the neighboring yard. Net tried to follow but got hung up on a tree.
“Shit. Boon with me, Kine and Trish, stay with the car in case they circle back.” Moose said.
On instinct, Boon threw herself from the car and chased after Moose as he sprinted down the street. Trisha objected with a shout of something, but Moose didn’t look back. Running was agony for Boon. The skin suit felt like steel wool on all her sensitive bits. It took all her willpower to even keep pace with the much larger man.
The four legged Tom zipped over the roof of a second house, too fast to be anything more than a blur. Moose burst into the air, flying over the house, trying to cut the cat off, but the Tom simply turned and dived into the backyard of the behind the house neighbor. Moose charged the fence with the crack of timber.
Boon slowed to a jog, panting hard as she lost line of sight of Moose. There would be no possible way for her to keep up with the senior agent when he went all out like this. The trail of busted fences and Moose’s swearing made it easy to follow, but it attracted attention.
“MDA! Back in your homes!” Boon ordered at the curious.
“HA! Gotcha you bastard.” Moose hollered in excitement a few minutes later. “Boon! Help me with the bag!”
Shit! Boon swore under her breath as she jogged up in the direction of his voice and angry cat noises. Moose had the cat pinned to the wall of a house. The tomcat hissed and spit as it clawed uselessly at siding.
“Sir you’re not suppose to touch it!” Boon shouted.
“Bag Agent, Now!” Moose growled.
Not seeing an alterative, Boon took out a folded black bag from her jacket, the moonlight made the runes that decorated its surface glow. After snapping it like a bed sheet, Boon opened the mouth of the bag and approached. The tom was huge for a housecat, but Agent Moose was… agent Moose. He gripped the Tom by the scruff of the neck, ripped him off the wall and whirled with inhuman speed. It might have worked too.
Had Boon’s vision not been constrained by the skin suit, she might have seen the Siamese stalking behind her. Instead, she only felt the air rippling in the cats wake as it leaped over her head, claws aiming for Agent Moose’s face. The old agent modified his objectives in an instant, tossing the Tom into his path. They didn’t crash into each other, the smaller cat twisted, her claws withdrawing, almost catching the larger cat before pushing off to the side. The male caught himself on the wall and damn near ran along it past a flinching Boon. Moose charged after his fluffy quarry with a hesitation measured in nanoseconds, plowing into Boon.
“Beeeeh!” A surprised bleat tore from Boon as the impact sent her spinning away.
“Shit! Boon!” Moose skidded to a stop, whipping out a handgun and firing at the retreating tails of the cats. Fast as lightning they dodged around the corner before he fired the first shot. They impacted a fence in a puff of white powder and wood splinters. “Damn!”
Grunting, Boon sat up and shook her head.
“You okay?” Moose holstered his gun and offered Boon a hand.
“Fine for getting run over by a Moose.” Boon grimaced as said Moose hauled her to her feet.
“As if I haven’t heard that one before.” Moose said before looking in the direction the cats ran off in. “Those things are way too fast. I’ll call HQ, set up an perimeter, with a few more agents, we can flush them out.”
“Uh sir, we’re not officially out here, remember?” Boon said after a moment of silence.
Moose sighed. “You can’t see them through walls, right?””
“Nope.” Boon confirmed.
“Come on then. They’re cats, they won’t run far. They’ll hole up somewhere nearby. We’ll tire them out.” Moose rolled his wide shoulders and called Kine who picked up in one ring.
“Get em?” Kine asked.
“No. We are in pursuit of two targets. We’ll try to herd them in your direction. Stay alert, no sign of the third target.” Moose said.
“Roger.”
Moose hung up and gave Boon a tight smile. “You can see the bastards, so you're on point.”
“Will do sir.” Boon said resigning herself to more jogging.
Frustratingly Moose wasn’t wrong. Boon saw the white coat of the tom before they’d gone two blocks. Hunkered in the shadow of a garage alongside his mate, his eyes flashed with moonlight and they bolted. Moose charged after them with magically enhanced speed but fail to reach them before what the spell gave out.
This happened again and again. The white cat seemed to just plain bad at hiding, Moose IDing him before Boon had really noticed the whirls of his magic. Magic that seemed to getting less obvious as time went on. Moose checked in with Kine every other flush. Boon noted that the agent started sounding a little out of breath but no where near as much as she was. The suit didn’t sweat but she did and her legs felt encased in water balloons. Everything itched. She needed this off.
“Yeah… No contact.” Kine said, and Trisha giggled in the background.
“I’m done.” Boon suddenly announced before Moose hung up.
“What?” The older agent jerked his head up to glare.
“Day starts at like six am tomorrow Moose.” Boon said between her own panting.
“There’s monsters here Agent Boon. We can’t let them go.” His face tightened in anger.
Boon did not care. She turned in the direction of the SUV and started walking. “We’re not letting them go. We can’t catch them. Not like this.”
“We can’t just let this fester.” Moose said.
Boon kept walking.
“Stop,” Moose hurried to catch up. “Don’t go off alone. Dammit Boon, I thought you were tougher than this.”
No you didn’t. Boon thought to herself, you always thought me soft. If you had any idea how soft I am now… She laughed.
“Its not funny, those were probably citizens a few days ago. We can’t let them roam free.” Moose groused, a little petulantly.
“We can put in the report…” Boon said, both of us knowing it would sit in an inbox somewhere and rot while all available agents were engaged in a pointless rooting out the perpetrators of the Tower of Moo.
They lapsed into silence. Boon felt proud, she’d reined in her boss as he stewed.
As they neared the SUV, Boon saw a shadow slink out from under it. Chaos shimmered in the surrounding air. Glancing furtively at Moose, it appeared he hadn’t seen it, his eyes were distant, probably on the discipline hearing he imagined that was in his future. Boon caught more than a whiff of sex as they approached the car. Again not a reaction from Moose, but the taint in his chest glowed a bit brighter.
“Got away uh?” Kine greeted us with an almost impish grin, that looked odd on his previously reserved face. Trisha practically radiated afterglow with her cat in the cream smile. Both of their threads of taint had tripled in size.
“We need more manpower.” Moose snapped, not sparing either of them a glance as he levered himself into the driver’s seat. “These are small fry anyway, can’t be more than tier three.”
A scent that reminded Boon of the tigress teased Boon’s nose before she climbed in. Not nearly that strong, but it warmed her loins all the same. Vapid conversation happened on the way back to her house. Boon had forgotten all of it by the time she wished them a good night and nearly dashed inside her house. The noises she made as she stripped off the suit resembled a goat giving birth. Once released, she did not stop her brays and bleats, celebrated the way they sounded to her animal ears. Sitting herself in front of the mirror she made love to her own body, her right body. Afterward, she lay on her bed, reveling the release of it all and dreading the return to the MDA herd.
Those raids, they had to stop. They were pointless, but these crack downs could last for weeks. Already Fey Touched would be fleeing for other cities or the more powerful bargaining their way back to Arcadia.
She rolled on her side and felt the milk slosh inside of her. The chaos demons had given her a tool to stop them, hadn’t they? While she didn’t know how potent the magic of her milk was. Neither Moose or Kine had fallen on all fours bleating or anything. She hadn’t expected that. Her milk shined with chaos magic but not like the tigress and even that store manager before he disappeared.
Still… it grew.
Really, she reasoned, it didn’t need to do anything. If she could taint a number of agents then she just had to point it out, then disappear. The prospect of magically corrupted agents would cause a national shit show and the MDA would blow a gasket trying to cover it up.
How would she do it tho? Most agents used half and half packets, but sometimes cartons of creamer were put out. While the office had been overrun by national agents, supplies were dwindling rapidly. It would be easy for everyone to assume the swap would be done by the janitorial staff. Although with the Tower of Moo, some might be testing their food for magic.
Boon plotted ways to introduce her fellow agents to goat’s milk until she fell asleep.
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