Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 34

I opened my eyes, and the connections to people who bore my energies sprang into my awareness. The two MDA agents, Vire and Boon, I could see them although not like Xianta's TV screen. Rather their thoughts and senses flowed into me. They were together, Boon sat, hand resting on a slightly swollen stomach. Trying and failing not to think about the two nipples he found swelling up down there. A shiny silver milker floated in the forefront of his mind. Vire held herself together better, but Boon's bleating echoed inside her skull every time she looked at him. If she breathed too deeply around him, her balls ached. They argued in hushed tones what do to, Boon advocated investigating everyone who'd called in sick at big box mart since Floyd had disappeared while Vire argued that they should try to figure out where Jillian went, use a diviner if they had too.  

Boon's idea was more dangerous, the apartment would protect Jillian from any unwelcome scrying but Boon would see Xianta's magic on the building if he made a house call on Gavin. I reached out to tug on their threads and felt a barrier. They were warded. Whatever it was, it felt soft and pliable. With effort, I could push through it but it woulkd take effort and consume my essence.  

Why had Xianta commanded let all those people at the restaurant go? If I had those connections then I could feed on their self images at least. Now I had to find something local. I shifted my gazes from the MDA to those who occupied my apartment building. Surely in a ten-story apartment buildings I could find a person or two who wouldn't mind being added to my herd?  

Human misery wasn't too hard to find. A seventh floor apartment was clouded with a bleak gray smoke of loneliness and isolation. Its occupant sat in the living room fiddling with something in his hands. "Don't think of it as being predatory," I told myself. "Think of it as this guy's lucky day." I threw on my robe and found my way to the kitchen, where I took a measuring cup. Examining my feline reflection in the mirror before stepping out, I decided that perhaps showing up as a six and a half foot tall tiger woman might not be the right approach if I wanted to be invited in. A snap of my fingers and my stripes disappeared. The woman in the mirror wasn't a female Gavin, more a blend of Gavin and Carla, which made sense. Wide hips with a slight hourglass figure, long thick legs and a tiger stripe dye job in her wavy shoulder length hair. My kimono like robe turned into a white terry cloth bathrobe with a roaring tiger embroidered on the pocket, the tie alternating black and white stripes. 

"Tell me you're a tigress in disguises without telling me." I laughed at my reflection and headed up to the seventh floor.  

The apartment door was the same as all the others in the building. Pale wood with a peep hole about five feet from the ground. Squinting, I peered past the wood to see a mess of boxes scattered everywhere. The man reminded me painfully of my old self, heavyset in a black t-shirt, younger though, with a close crew cut. He played a video game with a tense jaw, anger pinching his face. I wondered if it had something to do with the eviction notice on that table.

He'd be quite open to a different living arraignment. I giggled a little and to my surprise his head turned sharply. Closing all but my original pair of eyes, the man faded from view as I approached the door and knocked.  

"What do you want?" He near shouted through the door. "And who is it?"

"Looking for a cup of sugar," and a few gallons of your humanity, I did not add. "I'm your neighbor from downstairs."

The bright peep hole darkened, and I smiled as prettily as I could.  

After a pause, the door cracked open and his broad face peered out at me, brows furrowed. "Really?" 

"I actually need two cups. I just don't want to go all the way to the store. This a self care day," I gestured at my robe. 

His eyes dipped, fixating on my deep cleavage. "I could use one of those." 

“The breasts or the self care day?” I asked with a throaty rumble, puffing out my chest a little.

Mr. Down on his luck flinched, his cheeks flash flushing as he staggered back, fixing his gaze on my face with noticeable effort. “I’m s-ssorry?!”

“No worries, just a joke.” I said, letting my eyes roam. Oh, he looked absolutely delectable, flustered. Inching up to the doorway, I felt a tingle of something pushing me back, a ward. Its smell had a coldness to it, iron? Antifey ward? It wouldn’t hold me back if I were to assert myself a little, but I could wait for an invitation. I leaned against the outside of the door frame, then let my tail reappear, lashing behind me as I dangled the measuring cup from a single claw. “I can fetch the sugar myself if I can come in.”

He watched my tail for several seconds, then his gaze drifted upward to something above the door, the glyph that warded the doorway. I risked opening an eye on my shoulder to peer through the wall and saw that the glyph was glowing faintly, sensing my magic. If it were mine, I’d assume it detected a minor fey touched. I watched Mr. Down on his luck swallow down his reservations and smile at me.

“Come on in. Nice to have company.” He said with a ‘fuck it’ air, waving me forward.

“Thank you. It's good to have helpful neighbors.” Crossing the threshold and stepping into the apartment gave me a thrill. He stepped aside to clear the path to his kitchen. I proceeded there with slow, deliberate steps, letting my tail wrap around his lower body. He gave a little gasp as both its softness and my pheromones hit him. My tail pulled him a step toward me before I let it slide around his body as I pulled it away.

I glanced back as I entered the small galley kitchen to see him following after me with a hand pressed against his chest. As if that would help him get his heavy breathing under control.

“Now, where is your sugar?” I asked, glancing around the kitchen, spotting a plastic canister up on a shelf and ignoring it. Instead, I bent low, flicking open a cabinet. My tail rose and thanks to my way I’d imagined the robe, the fabric splitting around the base of my tail, exposing my pussy to Mr. Down on his Luck. His gaze warmed my folds. I let him look as I dropped all illusion of my humanity.

“Oh my.” He mumbled appreciatively.

Closing the cabinet, I stood, gave him a toothy grin and licked my lips. He appeared frozen, caught in the floodlights of his own lust, unable to react to whatever inkling of danger he no doubt sensed. “Oops. The glamor ended early.” I purred, “Might as well show you the rest of it.” Shrugging my shoulders, I let all the fabric around me flutter to the ground, pooling around my feet. Exposing my striped, muscular curves and with a claw, guided his eyes to my belly nipples partially hidden by the white fur on my stomach. His attention gravitated to my heavy breasts as I took a step toward him. “I’m afraid you’ve don’t it now. You’ve seen far too much for me to let you go.”

“What?” He broke out of his daze but didn’t try to run, only stared up at me, slack jawed as I invaded his personal space. His chin sat just above my nipples.

“Tsk, tsk. You just wasted your one chance to run.” I purred, cupping my hand around the base of his skull and shoving his face in between my breasts. He struggled belatedly, weakly as he drank in my scent, muffled protestations quickly fading as I trapped him against the wall. A slight shift to press my thigh up between my legs and he stopped pushing me away entirely, instead grabbing fistfuls of fur on either side of my waist.

“Pathetic, a deer would have run, at least made me exert myself a little.” I sneered gently, letting him hump my leg. “Hopefully, your enthusiasm is far more than your survival instinct.”

The humping quickened.

Laughing, I peeled him from my breasts and gripped his throat with my hand. He a gave slow, weary shake of his head, watching my chest with lust soaked, half-lidded eyes. His lips move, tongue danced behind his teeth, trying to make words that he’d already forgotten. Briefly, he strained against my hand, extending his wet tongue toward my thick nipple before sagging back. 

“Oh, you want some of that, do you? There are costs involved.” I told him as I guided him through his living space, navigated his unresisting body so he stood in front of the couch. His eyes cleared slightly as I did so. “For every swallow of tiger’s milk you swallow, you will return a thousand fold before I let you go. If I ever let you. I wanted to chase a deer but I’ll always settle for nice productive heifer.” 

“Heifer?” The word popped out as confusion surfaced into his blank expression. 

I released his neck, placed my hand on his sternum, waited until his head tilted down to behold my still dazzling nails, and shoved him.

“Waaa-oof!” He fell back into the cushions of the couch with a muffled thump, the soft black faux leather hugging his body. I let him admire me for a moment, appreciated the way his shorts were already spotted with his enthusiasm. The cock it strained to contain wouldn’t be nearly enough to reach my deepest reaches, but there was plenty there to savor. 

Perhaps his mind was slowly working on an argument or a plea before I gave my chest a small shimmy and hunger replaced any sort of enlightened thought. His eyes followed the slow swing of my nipples as I slowly bent toward him. I rowled encouragement as lips sealed over one thick plug and suckled greedily. I cast a bovine glyph into him and each swallow of them magical milk rooted it deeper in his mind and soul. As he drank I slowly lowered myself down, straddling his legs.

As I first settled my weight on him to grind against his still fabric enwrapped cock, he stopped his gulping with a gasp.

“Oooh I think you’ll owe me at least ten thousand gallons now.” I cooed, guiding his head back between my breasts. With all the magic he’d just consumed it was easy to lift the lust from his mind, for a moment, let him comprehend the gravity of his situation as I ground myself against his cock. 

“What? I- I’m not a-mmmph!”

I shoved him against my sterum.

“On the contrary, you're already my cow. Your body just hasn’t realized it yet. First thing, we have to drain you of any hint of maleness. Get rid of his cock, give you a pussy that aches for a big strong bull.” I snapped my fingers and chaos shredded his pants. His cock sprang up into me, parting my thick folds. I moaned and hugged him tighter. He was so hard his shaft quivered within me. “Oooh yes.” I rumbled my appreciation, sliding myself back and forth over his cock. My tail undulated with the motion of my hips.

“Mmmmph!” He protested even as he thrust up into me.

“Easy,” I taunted him. “This will be your very last orgasm as a male, you should savor it. You’re going to give it all to me. Everything you are, all your anger, all you’re disappoints, all your stress. You don’t have to worry about any of that now. You’re going to be taken care of from now on.” 

The speed of his thrusts grew.

“Ooh do you like the sound of that? Is this perhaps what you wanted along? Wanted someone to come and save you?” I laughed as my own pleasure built on his. I felt his essence swirling down into his balls, packaging itself up neatly for me. 

Hands gripped my hips, and he thrusted up into me with all his feeble strength. I clamped down on his cock and let a tiny bit more of my weight press down on him, slowing his thrusts.

I peeled his face from my breasts, cupped his chin and grinned down at those unfocused eyes. Watched his jaw quiver.

“Muh, muh, muuuh,” He grasp as his body shook with the tension.

“That’s it… Let it happen. You’ll be a nice, big cow. Now tell me what a good cow says. You can do it.” I growled encouragement, deepening my split, sinking closer, engulfing him to the point my pussy lips brushed against his balls. He stopped breathing, eyes widened.

“Muh… Mmmmuu.” His mouth closed, eyes squeezed shut, hands kneaded my thighs. A quiver ran down his body and he came with a explosive, “Moooooo!”

Warmth surged up into me. I answered with roar of my own and pulled on his energies. My pussy slammed over this sex, pulling his sac and cock into me. Pleasure rushed outward as I consumed all traces of my prey’s gender. The cock and balls dissolved within me as I planted a seed of hungry feminity in the smooth flesh where they had been. 

My new cow moaned, unresisting as I pushed her down onto the seat of the couch and parted her legs with one of my own. Her balding scalp experienced a flush of shiny blond growth as I scissored against her. The sensation of her new vagina blossoming against my own threw us both to new heights. She hugged my tail, alternating between deep moos and progressively higher pitch screams of pleasure. Course golden brown hair spread out from the collision of our sexes and her hips crackled as they widened.

Once her moos lessened to low whispers, I relented, standing up to survey the changes. Not much yet. She’d gained a full head of long flaxen blond hair, short golden brown hair cover her body from knees to nipples but the glyph sputtered within her. I hadn’t given it time to anchor itself and sink in. The bovine essence dripping into her system needed guidance. 

Guidence I was more than happy to provide. 

“Up!” I commanded.

Groggily, my new cow obeyed, swaying on her feet. Her hands rubbed her fuzzy tummy, exploring. First things first tho, I had to get her functional. Gently, I took her hands and positioned them palm up in front of her still flat chest.

“Hold them here for a moment.” I said. 

She blinked and shook her head, some of the fog lifted from her eyes when she reopened them. “What? Why? I feel sooo.” 

“Catch.” I said, giving the magic in her a mental flick.”

“Catch whaaaa-” Her eyes went round as two fat breasts ballooned from her chest and into the palms of her hands and overflowed their fingers. Instinctively, they squeezed them hard. “MmmmumMoooo!” They cried out, nearly tipping forward as the nipples stretched out to sausage long teats.

I grabbed on and gave a gentle pull, triggering another orgasmic bellow and causing her to pitch further forward.

“Careful Buttercup, if you fall to a fours now you’ll never stand on two again. You don’t want that do you?” I purred, letting my nails wander up to their ear which, swiftly grew into a long fuzzy oval shape.

“Buttercup?” She asked, wincing slightly as the name took hold. “But I’m… I’m-”

“Buttercup. It suits such a pretty cow, a sweet loving cow. You may remember your old name but don’t worry, that old life can’t hurt you anymore.” I said.

“I’m… Buttercup?” She spoke the word as if cautiously tasting something for the first time. A tasseled tail pushed free of her hips and swatted at the air. Little horns sprouted at her temples.

“Thats right. You are Buttercup. It says so on your tag.” I soothed and called a yellow plastic ear tag into existence on her left ear.

“Oh… of Course. Aaaah. Why am I so heavy?” She continued to struggle to support her breasts. They continued to swell and now she cradled them with both arms. 

“They’re filling with milk Buttercup. All that delicious milk that you owe me for drinking mine.” I told her and instantly white fluid began to dripping from her teats.  

“Moooo!” She fell forward, catching herself with her hands. Swiftly thick hoofs split from her two center fingers and the rest of the fingers shrank away. All four limbs lengthened as her spin stretched. Buttercup moaned as her breasts swung beneath a still human torso between two bovine legs. A cow sphinx, I liked the look, especially with the tresses of blond hair. Just a few more adjustments. I chased any resemblance to the man she’d been out of her face, letting her features become soft and delicate. 

Then I gifted her with a small udder, absolute petite compared to her mammoth tear shaped breasts. “This,” I stroked its small nubs. “Is where you will store all the human juice that you don’t need anymore. We’ll share the milk of your breasts with so many people, the nector of your udder will only be for your madam. Do you like that idea Buttercup?”

“Mooodam. Yes! Only for mooo you.” She panted. “Please milk me Mmooodam.”

“Lets get you back to my place. There’s a little kitty who will be eager to tend you there.” I said, chuckling to myself.

I was going to have to invest in a creamery very soon.

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