Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 23

I bid him to drink again, this time steeling myself against of gifting him with my milk. Once he drained one tit, I used his horns to direct him to a second dose. With that much milk inside of him, I could feel his mind as if it were putty in my hand, eager to mold itself to my whims. Was this the same as I was for Xianta? I pushed the thought aside for later and leaned down to stroke the length of his ears. He quivered, waiting for me to speak. 

"You’re going to be an even better cow for me. Nice and productive." I said, before delivering a kiss between the center of his eyes.

He answered with an ecstatic "Mooooo!" as his skull barreled outward, taking on a full bovine shape. His hands flew to his chest, grasping his tits. They swelled up beneath his fingers, a pair of heavy tits to compliment his udder. His humanity poured into them, making plenty of room for the greenish flame in his soul. Milk spurted from his teats in a pair of wild streams. Annoyance flared within me as the valuable essence, my essence, splashed onto the carpet.  

"Stop that." I snapped. 

"But it feels so good!" He moaned, squeezing his new breasts, digging his fingers into the soft pliant flesh and increasing the volume they expelled. 

"I said stop." I growled, extended my hand toward a wrench that lay in the pathetic pile of debris he had called a hoard. A pulse of chaos propelled it into my palm. Jabbing it towards Floyd's nose, I pulled a small whirlwind of power up through myself. Ends of the wrench snapped towards each other, biting the septum of Floyd's nose between them, becoming a smooth metal ring in my hand. 

"Ah!" Floyd cried out, eyes widening at the pain. I jerked the ring, forcing my dragon cow to catch himself with his hands. 

"Cows do not milk themselves." I said, a grin forming on my face, "Do you know why?" 

Floyd lowed in fear and feebly tugged on the ring embedded in his nose, eyes crossing to look at it. I let him determine that he couldn't pull away and the panic to subside. As he raised one hand to touch at the ring, I inclined his head up towards me. It took a moment and I could smell his arousal blend with fear as I waited, grinning down at him. He swallowed as I allowed his fingers to probe the ring, exploring the bloodless new hole it passed through.  

"I asked you a question, cow." I reminded him. "Do not make me ask it again." 

His jaw worked and slowly words emerge, "I don't know. Mistress."

"My little dragon cow cannot milk herself because she is physically incapable of it." I said, releasing the ring before gently taking Floyd's wrist and lifting his hand into his field of vision. Immediately the flickers of essence within him shifted, the focus of the changes shifted. Two fingers on each hand began to extend and thicken, while the others rapidly dwindling.  

"No! Mistress please! I- Mooooo!" His voice trailed off in a panicked bleat as he rapidly flicked his gaze between me and the deforming digits. "I'll be good!"  

"Silly cow, you don't need those." I told her. "It feels so much better when someone else milks you. Let me show you." 

Floyd's disbelief was evident. The effect of my milk had been spent. I still had one more gulp in my last belly nipple but I decided to try a more gentle method of persuasion first. I let my hand travel over the side of Floyd's face. The bovine head immediately leaned into my touch. I followed my hand, pressing it across Floyd's shoulders and sat behind him, so my own flat chest pressed against the cow dragon's little wings. Floyd mooed with eagerness when I cupped the heavy breasts. The fact that Floyd's arms ended in wide cloven hooves forgotten. Velvet white hair spread up the limbs and with every inch the fur claimed, the breasts grew heavier their skin straining. I momentarily wondered if I could take them for myself but decided to be patient. I wanted mine to be firmer, these felt like warm water balloons.

"Doesn't that feel good? Better than your own hands." I asked my cow.

“Milk me! Pleeeease!” Floyd begged, panting.

A pulse of chaos and a plain metal bucket appeared in front of us as I shivered from a small orgasm. I could feel my own heat start to intrude on my concentration, but there would be plenty of time to deal with that. Grabbing a long teat, I pointed it at the bottom of the bucket and squeezed my fingers along it. A stream of humanity lace milk leaped into the bucket.

Floyd moaned with utter relief and shuddered against me as I released the pressure on Floyd’s other breast. Slowly, I worked up into a rhythm, the pail rang with each white stream. Floyd leaned back against me, offering no resistance as the change accelerated, transmuting arms into legs. They were thicker and shorter than a cow, with slightly more articulation in the wrists and the Holstein patterns were blotches of black scales.

“You feel that? That’s all your nasty humanity draining away.” I taunted my new farm animal lightly.

“Take it. Don’t stop. Muh muh moootriss.” Floyd begged as the flow from the teats waned.

I let my hand drift down to Floyd’s udder but as I squeezed a fat teat in my hand I heard a clink. Xianta hand had reached down and pinched the edge of the bucket with her hoof hard fingers.

Careful, pet, her voice rolled through my mind. You take too much and you’ll never get more from that one. Xianta lifted the bucket over her head and poured the bucket’s contents down her throat.

I felt a momentary surge of irritation but quickly squashed it when Xianta’s gaze fell on me. The smirk on her muzzle practically daring me to object. A reminder that even if she allowed me to keep my own pets, I would remain hers to bully. The thought slammed me with a sudden wanton need that had been absent thus far. Changing Floyd into a happy cow dragon had been fun, but ultimately I’d been playing with my food. However, the prospect of playing with my food for my mistress’s entertainment made me squirmy and wet. 

Checking on Floyd’s soul, I found that the green flames were now dominant in his soul, if I emptied the udder now there might not be enough colorless humanity refill both it and Floyd’s breasts.

Still, I could have plenty of fun with that. I switched my grip from the teat to the udder itself, kneading its supple walls with my long nail. Moving the liquid within side to side. 

"Muh Moooo!" Floyd's muzzle lifted toward the ceiling, letting out a bovine howl. 

"Are you trying to speak?" I taunted. "Trying to tell me to hurry up and milk you?" 

Floyd tried again, "Mooo, Mis-" 

I nipped the long pointed ear with my sharp teeth, not quite hard enough to break skin and was delighted when my cow shivered. Then I licked along its edge and sucked on the tip. "Careful. Cows who try to tell their mistresses what to do might get punished. I decided when you get milked. This udder of yours, it doesn't seem very full." I said, continuing to knead and squeeze Floyd's udder as if it were a squishy stress relief toy.  

"No but... Mooooo!" Floyd shivered and the little wings attempted to flap between us but where thoroughly pinned by my chest. Beyond Floyd, I felt Xianta's gaze on me and I couldn’t help myself from grinding my sex against the base of Floyd's ropey little tail. The short hair created a wonderful roughness to rub my clit against, which swelled to a pebble like hardness. 

"My my Floyd. Was that an orgasm? Are you that excited to be milked?" I asked, raking my tongue across the still human and sensitive skin of Floyd's neck. White hair swiftly sprouted in its wake. 

"Yes. I want to be milked. Pleeeeease." Floyd pled, a puff of pink smoke accompanied every breath and they drifted into the air above out heads. 

"Very well, I suppose we can milk you."  I slid my hands under the udder and found a small hard shaft of a cock hidden away. Floyd made a strangled moan as I curled my hand around it. "Course, once I milk this, it will go away, my girl." 

The cow-dragon gave a little squeak and stiffened. Not sure how Floyd missed the gender implications of being a cow, but it was delicious all the same. Biting my lip, I increase the speed of my own hips to match the circles of my thumb around the tip of Floyd's cock. 

"Silly Drakkau, did you forget that all cows are femme?" I continued, lifting us both toward orgasm, I could feel an echo of Floyd's pleasure and pressure, so I knew precisely how to pace my fingers. "We're going to get you a little pink bell that will match a cute ear tag that will say property of-" I hesitated as I fumbled over my lack of name. "my mistress. And you will be proud of it." Ending the sentence with the growl amped her up considerably, and I hastened my own pace. My other hand finally found the tiny remains of Floyd's balls and squeezed them. It brought a dribble of precum. "Tell me you'll love it."

"Muh - muh. I'll love muh muh mooo bell!" Floyd declared. 

"And?" I slid fingers down her short little cock and circled it, my own hips slapped against Floyd's backside, giving her a back-and-forth motion. With every circle, the cock dwindled.  

"I'll amoooooore my t-t-tag!" Floyd grasped, and I pushed hard on the little cock while pressing my own clit against the boney ridge of her tail. We came as one, both of us screaming soundlessly as pleasure burst through our bodies. The little cock shivered before spurting into the palm of my hand. A torrent of pink smoke rushed from Floyd's mouth, coloring the world around us pink. My grip on the tiny cock slipped as it shrank away, leaving my long nails to probe a deep, wet cleft as I panted with my own satisfaction. 

"Oh my!" Floyd gasped as I explored her new sex. 

"Nice and wide. I expect very large eggs from you." A purr crept into my voice. "Dragons lay eggs don't you."  

"Mmmmmoooooo?" her voice trembled between horror and anticipation. 

"Now get up. It's time to go to your new home." I patted her cheek and slowly got to my feet.

Xianta stood in the doorway, uncrossed her arms and gave a slow clap. "Bravo pet. I do love a good show. Now take your prize to the car and then come back here. You have an additional quarry tonight.” 

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