Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 22

The thread to Floyd snapped to the side, leading us to a medium two-story house framed with whole timbers and a green metal roof that I guessed would be Floyd's "cabin." 

"This should be fun. Go on pet. See the results of your distraction." Xianta said as I parked in the driveway. 

I got out and approached the front door of the cabin, a cabin in the same way that the condos on the ski mountains were cabins. The home sweet home welcome mat felt prickly on my bare feet. Why hadn't Jasper given me shoes?  Too used to talons or whatever goo persons used for feet? I tried the knob and heard a click. The front door pulled open without a sound. The distinct scent of sour milk wafted into my nose and I scanned the interior. The hardwood flooring and copious area rugs were marked by muddy hoof prints. They crisscrossed the lower level and up a spiral stairway that led up to a landing. Stepping in carefully, my skirts rustled softly over the floor, I attempted to ease the door shut but, my tail was in the way of course. Rolling my eyes at myself, I walked deeper into the room and followed the trail with my eyes to the rear of the house, through the kitchen where they led to and from a back door. I listened hard, my ears flicked and heard heavy breathing upstairs. Lifting my skirts, I followed the sound. Off the landing several rooms lay but, only one was open. In there I found a naked Floyd sleeping on his back on a huge pile of not comfortable objects. Short white fur, mottled with holstein markings, had enveloped his legs and an udder the size of four soda cans tied together sagged over his crotch. His horns had grown no larger, but his muzzle had lengthed since I'd seen him in the TV, bovine with a crest of blue scales between the tip of his nose up to where the horns sprouted. Two small wings protruded a hand's width beyond his shoulders, their feathers a light teal. 

The pile he slumbered was primarily computers, laptops, a few power tools. He clutched a fistful of gold and silver chains. 

"mmmoo." He groaned softly, shifting in his sleep on what had to be a very uncomfortable hoard. Behind me, I felt Xianta push my tail from her path to look over my shoulder.

"Seems like this is an easy hunt. Doesn't look like he'll put up much of a fight." I whispered. 

"Livestock never do. Look at his essence now." She said. 

I frowned, uncertain as how I did that with Freddy. My eyes had been closed, and we'd been in the middle of sex when I'd seen into his soul.  

"Here." Xianta's hand slide around the curve of my ass and dug two fingers into a stripe midway down my thigh. 

"Aah!" I grasped as a sudden sharp pain assaulted me. The pressure of her fingers on the upper and lower lids of my right eye. I slapped one hand over it but her fingers weren't there. They pressed in my leg but...

The fingers scissored apart, forcing my eye open. A new image slammed into my mind, Floyd but flickering softly. From a lower angle than where I stood. I blinked and the fingers let go. Images of the room before me overlayed, incorporating the new perspective. I had an eye in my thigh. It didn't feel like the eyes in my head, somehow both there and not at the same time.  

"Now open the others." Xianta instructed. 

Carefully I probed my body for similiar sensations, found dozens and bid them all to open. They covered my legs, ringed my tail and stared out from the backs of my ears. Every stripe hid an eye somewhere along its length. I saw all around me. Xianta towering over me, both her overlapping forms. The texture of the carpet, the cracks in the ceiling, the milk dripping from Floyd's over full udder. More than that, I saw the glyph I'd flicked inside of him spinning within the flame of his spirit, pulling it into itself. Tongues of green licked out from the glyph interweaving with the colorless flame of his humanity.

“Still think that your tail is the only thing that changed while I rutted you pet?” Xianta leaned down and licked my cheek with her twin tongues. I shivered and felt a blink roll through my body. She continued, “This is a human, uncorrupted by your fey. He has a wellspring of humanity. Because your humanity is what you desired to shed, it is what you feed on. It's not as simple as something like a vitality. When you remove a being's essential essence, something else will always attempt to fill the void. Milk him now.”

"Yes mistress." I responded. Stepping from her grip, I kneeled down in front of Floyd. Carefully, I reached out and caressed the underside of his udder. He moaned softly at my touch. My eyes gazed beyond the taunt skin to the liquid held within, it glowed the same not color of the majority of his spirit. My mouth filled with saliva at the sight of it, so much right there, ready for me. Swallowing, I moved without thought, closing my lips over one of his four teats. The creamy warmth filled my mouth, sweeter than even Xianta's milk. My stomach gurgled with a sudden hunger and with each wonderful swallow I felt myself fill, my store of energy expanding. The four small nipples on my stomach tingled in sympathy as the udder grew lighter.  

Floyd mooed, his eyes fluttering open as I drank, his face sagging with relief. "Gaaaaavin? muuuuh mooooo!" 

I finish draining each teat and stood, the milk in my belly sloshing within me. He gazed up at me with dazed eyes. 

"Thank you..." He mumbled, "I was so full. Needed." His head lolled back, and he thrusted his chest forward, his original nipples swelling as I watch. A bead of milk forming on each. Inside him the glyph gathered more of his colorless essence into itself and I watched it siphon the energy down towards his udder. Green flames smoothly replaced the lost intensity of the colorless humanity. 

"He is livestock," Xianta chuckled, "Packaging his own essence for you. Once he fills his udder, then his own humanity will start to recover. So long as you do not drain him entirely, he will keep producing the humanity you need to survive."  

"Why though, is he such a strange cow Mistress?" I asked.  

"It is a reflection of his desires and fears. He sees the horns and wings. He thinks of strength, but he allows others to use him like livestock. Ask him if he enjoys it." Xianta explained. "Then claim him for yourself."  

I wondered how I would do that but I recalled how Xianta had claimed me. It felt like years ago now. My hands drifted down to my belly and fingered the nipples there, flesh behind each had swollen and they exuded a small amount of liquid when pressed. I let my excess eyes close and stepped closer so I could loom over Floyd. 

"How is my dragon doing?" I cooed at him, mimicking the tone the mistress often used to praise me.  

Floyd's eyes cleared a bit, focusing on me.  

"I'm a dragon." He smiled. "I want to be a big, strong dragon. Breath fire."  

"Oh yes." I said, leaning over to grasp an ear. "But you like being milked don't you, my little dragon." 

He leaned into the touch, clamping his jaw closed. 

I purred and let my nails travel down his neck and let I them dig in a bit to his skin as I dragged them down across his chest. His body betrayed him, eagerly pressing up into my hands. Pinching his nipples lightly between two fingers produced a shiver. His hands gripped his uncomfortable bed with a white knuckle grip and made no attempt to stop me.

Behind the nipple softened beneath my knuckles as the tisssue filled with fluid.  I massaged it letting him feel his breast tissue swell.  

"This hoard of yours doesn't look very comfortable. Wouldn't you rather have a much softer bed?" I asked him, turning slightly so my tail could curl around and brush across his stomach. His eyes widened as his skin felt the plush fur. "And I could take care of your other needs as well." I bent my leg and pressed my knee to his little remaint of a dick beneath his flaccid udder. He immediately began to grind it against the silken fur of my leg. 

"You can be my little dragon cow? Doesn't that sound nice? I'll give your own little pen and milk you once you get full. No more worries about the office. No more worrying about your ex. Just be a good little Drakkau for me. I'll even give you a little gold for your hoard, I bet you'd like that, wouldn't you?" 

His eyes a fixed on me with a desperate intensity. Want and fear warring within them. Nostrils flaring as he sucked in more and more of my scent as his cock ground against my knee with increasing speed.

"Just give me a little moo. Just a tiny one. Then I'll take you home and you'll never have to worry about anything other than being a good, productive heifer." As I spoke, one hand came free of his makeshift nest but not to push me away, instead he wrapped one arm around my tail and hugged it to himself.  

A gentle tug on those two nipples was all it took.  

"mmmMooooo!" He cried out as he came against my leg, the nipples between my fingers lengthened into thick teats and I pulled along their length. They each squirted milk into the palms of my hands.  

"Good girl." I praised my new livestock and paused to lick the milk from my hands. "Good Floyd. Now, would you like a treat?"  

I stepped back and patted my own belly nips. Moaning with effort, Floyd peeled himself off this sharp cornered pile of stuff and fell onto his knees infront of me. 

I watched Floyd's eyes dilate far beyond the width of normal human limits as his wide nostrils flared, inhaling my scent. Hesitancy flickered through me, remembering the first time I closed my lips around Xianta's nipples. We'd reached a point of no return, both for Floyd and me. I opened single a single eye on the back of my ear. Xianta stood behind me. She'd stepped back, watching me with a neutral expression, her tail slowly sweeping back and forth behind her. Then, a tiny nod of encouragement.  

Closing the eye, I focused on Floyd. I'd never really liked the man, but on his knees with those dazed eyes he was rapidly becoming an adorable creature. His misery as a human had been self-evident, he'd certainly have a happier life with me. Yes... I'd take good care of him. 

"Drink," I said, inching a nipple closer to his mouth.

He latched on immediately and sucked hard, causing a shock of pleasure that made my body twitch hard. I gasped through clenched teeth as a small portion of myself flowed into my former boss. He drained the small tit in less than two swallows and let go. Looking down into adoring brown eyes I saw something in them looking up through him, waiting for my command.  

"You're going to be a good dragon for me arn't you Floyd." I said.  

Joy spread across his features as my essence was loosed within his body. The scales along the top of his head and muzzle thickened, his horns lengthened, forking at the tips and a set of fangs extended from his jaws. "Yes mistress." He spoke as wisps of pink smoke began to drift upward from his nostrils.

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