Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 24

Floyd had lost any ability to stand upright, and it took a little effort to herd the plump new cow dragon and her swinging teats out to the SUV. Fortunately, my SUV's charred back seat had plenty of space for her to lay down. Once I got her settled, I headed back into the house wondering what else we still had to do. Was Xianta going to teach me how to cover our tracks somehow? Were we just going to clean up the mess of a hoard Floyd had assembled? 

Or did she just want to fuck me? 

I found myself hungry as I climbed the stairway. Despite my own orgasm, I hadn't taken consumed much of Floyd’s humanity. My mistress had drunk the majority of it.

"Feeling peckish pet?" Xianta's voice flicked me out of my thoughts. I looked up to find her standing at the top of the stairs in her true form, horns scraping the angled roof of the "cabin." Fists on hips, her goat udder and its long teats loomed. Four more steps up and my nose would be buried in the cleft between its two lobes. One of her teats leaked a glimmering fluid that couldn't decide what color to be. Something about it made my innards twist with want. 

I wiped drool away from my lips before answering. "A little Mistress." 

She patted her udder, setting it swaying with the weight of its contents. "Well, I will not let you starve, drink your fill." 

Hunger and wariness warred. There were always consequences for drinking her milk. My tail curled around my legs, voicing my thoughts as loudly as bark. I'd changed so much already tonight. The eyes, the tail and... adopting Floyd. I needed some time to process it all. Searching Xianta's face for a way out yielded nothing. Her deer like muzzle wore an expression of gentle amusement.  

"Come now, the amount of energy you need to sustain yourself in this plane increased tenfold tonight. You're going to wake up starving tomorrow morning.

Then why did you drink that milk? The thought leap through my mind.

Xianta's eyes narrowed.

"Yes, mistress." My voice climbed to a near squeak as I hurried up the last few steps and took the leaking teat to my lips. I tasted the familiar fizziness on my tongue and pulled the warm fluid into my mouth. Yet unlike the previous time I'd drank her milk, there was no sweetness to it. When I swallowed it down, it didn't travel down to my gullet. Instead, it flowed upward, and I felt its thickness flow into my mind. It wrapped around my interior of my skull before filling the entirety of my head, slowing my thoughts down as if they were moving through thick and viscous fluid. So warm though, comfortable like the palm of my Mistress's hand. Only when my swallows failed to force any more ichor to the back of my throat was I allowed to release Xianta's teat.  

Slowly my head fell back to behold my mistress with the same thoughtless wonder that a fresh new leaf has for the sun. She smiled down at me, radiant in her beauty, and blessed me with her touch, wiping away a dribble with a finger.  

"I'm afraid you'll derive no substance from that snack, my pet." She said, the words meaningless sounds that I would only comprehend later. "While keeping livestock is the easiest way to keep yourself fed, there is another that is less detectable and far more satisfying. I still see you struggling with doubt and that could destroy you.. So for the moment, I will not allow it." She chuckled. 

A sound of an engine, a car rumbling up the driveway perked my mistress's ears and she listened for a moment before continuing.  

Her eyes brightened as she spoke a command to my very soul, "Hunt, but leave no mark on their bodies."  

The substance squeezed, and all my frozen thoughts were pulled away. All my memories of my friends and family shifted. Every conversation, every word I'd read were all reduced to a single focus.  

Hunt. Feed. 

I let out a low rattling hiss and turned from the mistress. My eyes igniting and the sloped ceiling of the cabin became transparent. A single black SUV rolled over the gravel driveway and angled to park beside my own. Its occupants were Agent Boon and the Green haired woman I'd seen interrogating Floyd's ex-wife. Xianta's taint already curled inside Boon, but the woman existed within a shell of protective magics. Still, her vibrant green essence shined through her protections. Once there was a crack, it be simple to twist. Boon’s protections were already riddled with cracks. They would both be delicious. My mistress's presence appeared in my own car and then it faded from this reality entirely, taking both her and my cow with it. So be it. I expanded my perceptions to the house I stood . The room behind me was still thick with pink smoke, and to my many eyes, it revealed itself to be far more than that. The Drakkau was worthy of the name dragon afterall. I considered my hiding places as the pair stepped from the vehicle. The bedroom closet was thoroughly blocked by the debris spread over the floor. Then a kernel of knowledge unfolded in my mind. I didn't need a hiding place to conceal myself. I stepped back into the room and its whirling pink smoke. The mistress had not seen fit to gift me with additional weapons but the knowledge was enough. My tail curled around my feet and moved upwards. Space itself rippled as I stepped just slightly out of sync with this reality. The world became fuzzy, out of focus, but not so much that I could not see and hear the agents gather themselves. 

"I don't feel the presence of any fey here." The green haired woman scowled up at my hiding place, her eyes glowing with some sort of sight. Boon had taken his shades off.  

"Chaos demons are outsiders, Vire. They use different stuff. There's definitely something there in that house," Boon said.  

Interesting, so those square eyeballs of his were capable of detecting my mistress's magic if she didn't take an effort to hide them.  

The pair glanced at each other and nodded in silent agreement. The woman, Vire, took a rod from inside her jacket while Boon pulled a chunky revolver. As they approached the house, something about that gun raised my hackles. It contained a threat. Boon would have to fall first. 

"Floyd! Come out with your hands up!” Vire called out as she banged on the door. They waited half a minute before calling again. Then Vire tapped the door with her wand and the wooden door ripped itself from the hinges, falling into the house. The two agents peered cautiously inside. Vire scanned the bottom floor but Boon's gaze fixed on the landing. Could he see me somehow? No... The room itself was awash with my own energies. Chaos is not a subtle magic for those that can perceive it. 

Vire went in first, holding her wand out at arm’s length and sweeping it back and forth. Boon followed, holding his gun low and stepping sideways, crab like, toward the stairway. He got halfway up before Vire declared the floor clean. 

"I know." Boon said, he raised his gun toward the door to my smoke-filled room. Xianta's taint coiled around his heart, glimmering threads of chaos, and he made the next step gingerly. I smiled, while I couldn't smell or see clearly, I suspected he'd just gotten a raging hard on. "We have to get something solid for headquarters this time." He said to himself as climbed.

"Be careful." Vire warned as she came to the foot of the stairs. 

It occurred to me he might not willingly inhale the pink smoke, and I stepped up beside the door and wrapped my tail around my body, sliding back into reality. Slowly, he reached for the knob and twisted it. As the cheap wooden door swung open, I sprang, grabbed hold of his wrist and jerked him into the room. With a cry, he stumbled into the pile of stolen objects and I slammed the door behind him. Sweeping my tail back over my body, I stepped back into that near space to watch.

"Boon!" Vire shouted and pounded up the stairway, her wand raised. The door shattered, and she rushed into the pink smoke as Boon pushed himself to his feet. Her wand frantically waved around the room. "Show yourself!" She demanded. 

"Aaah," Boon gasped as he wobbled, the gun falling from his hand in favor of grabbing the tent of his pants, the pink vapors actively funneling into his nose. His defenses flickered. 

My coiled muscles sprang, propelling me toward him, but I didn't collide with his body but passed through his wide eyes and into his mind. I landed on a plane of blackness with only Boon standing before me, unarmed.  

He blinked, "Mr. Trebic?!" 

"No." I grinned and opened my eyes. Their power flowed out from me reshaping the blackness into a narrow corridor that stretched out behind him.  

Terror washed over his smug face and his fear swelled my own body. As I grew, he stumbled backward and turned to run. I gave him three whole strides before I gave chase. He ran with rigid, almost mechanical motion, elbows bent at rigid right angles, open hands swinging as his legs beat against the ground. I lumbered after him on all fours, his imagination gifting me with a huge maw filled with shark teeth. His delicious scent tingled on my slavering tongue. Yet it wasn't his flesh I wanted, it was something in that suit that stroked my hunger. I felt the hand of my mistress focusing my attention upon it. 

Boon's pace lagged and I lashed out with a terrible scythe-like claws. He leapt out forward so the tip of my weapons only nicked the seat of his pants. A bray tore from him as he landed roughly, stumbling, arms pin wheeling before resuming his flight. From the rip in his rear, a small tail poked out, bristly brown fur surrounded the new appendage. I watched it bounce with each of his steps as I brought the claw to my lips and tasted the threads of fabric that clung to it. They were so succulent. I'd wanted to taste this man since he first strode into my life. Once would definitely not be enough. I jumped high into the sky, sailing over Boon's head and flapping jacket. His eyes lifted towards me the moment before I crashed down in front of him. He whirled around, skidded and fell, his momentum sliding him into my reach.  

I reached out and skewered the toe of each of his black shoes with a claw, pinning them to the ground. Scrambling, he clawed at the smooth floor. He somehow found purchase and tore himself free of the footware. Throwing himself up right, he resumed his run to the sharp Clip Clop Clip Clop of his cloven hooves striking the tile of the endless hallway of this waking dream. 

How ordinary. He hadn't even appeared to notice his new feet! I mused as I swallowed the shoes one by one. It was his human essence, but had a very specific flavor that melted on my tongue. All this running was getting boring. I resolved that he'd truly feel the next strike. Throwing back my head, I released a howl that rippled out among the walls and floor. He tripped and fell, slamming face first onto the floor. I didn't bother moving. I simply sunk my claws into the white tile and pulled. It moved as if the floor was a single long carpet and my quarry slid toward me, losing the distance he'd gained. With one more stab and pull he was within reach. Still dazed from the tumble, I slash down his front, ripping away his belly and crotch. A large two teated udder flopped out between his legs.  

"Baaaah!" He bleated out when his eyes fell on his udder. It was nearly identical to my mistress's.  

"You appreciated my Mistress's udder, now she has gifted you with your own." I laughed and licked my chops.   

He continued to stare at the fleshy sack, his hands hovering over its surface, trembling. I could feel his itch to touch it, explore and accept the pleasure it offered.  

"No!" His hands snapped closed. "Its not real. This is a dream." He looked up at me and in his eyes, I saw myself, a miasma of darkness augmented with a set of sharp teeth and so many eyes. "You’re not real." 

"Shall we test that my tasty little goat?" I asked him with a playful growl.

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