"Grow. Come on, grow." Floyd urged them as they fpped fruitlessly. "Grow and take me away from here."
A hard buzz filled the room and Floyd now bck lips wrinkled with distaste. The lower part of his face had pushed out, rendering his appearance vaguely simian. The buzz continued insistently. Sighing, Floyd picked up the phone and put it to his pointed ear.
"Hello?" He asked, his other hand pulling idly on a horn as he listened to the device.
"Its fine Karen. Just a misunderstanding at work." His face twisted into a grimace. "No, I can't tell you where I am."
He rolled his eyes as the person responded with an angry tirade, the voice a warbling like a pissed off song bird.
"Don't you worry, I'm not a deadbeat. That's all you care about. That's all you ever care about. I'm not your cash cow." He pulled the phone from his ear and hit the disconnect button with an angry stomp of his thumb. Setting it down, he gripped the edge of the counter and stared hard at his reflection. The camera angle shifted so Xianta and I were looking through the mirror. Floyd's eyes locked on mine as if he could see me through the TV. They were far less dited than the st time I'd seen him.
"Not a cow. Not anyone's cooow." The determined set of his jaw broke as he ended the statement as low moan, head tilting to the side. He shook his head and re-fixed his gaze. "Dragon. I'm a dragon. I don't want to be mmmmmilked. Stop thinking about it, Floyd. It said to not to touch it. Gavin...."
He spped himself. "No! Stop it."
"Come on, let us see," Xianta cooed at the TV. "You know you want to show it off."
While Floyd showed no sign of hearing her directly, he gripped the bathroom counter with both hands and bit his lip. Nearly doubling over as if in pain, his eyes fixed straight ahead, nostrils fring as he struggled with himself. "Why they gotta be... Sooo full."
He resisted only a few seconds more before releasing the counter and standing upright. Half exposed above the waistband of the sweatpants he wore was a mound of pink flesh. He shoved his pants down to his knees, exposing it entirely to us. The small individual mounts had grown and merged, becoming a small udder. The pink flesh was stretched taunt, making it a single dome of skin. Pressing his hips to the counter's edge, he brought the fat nipples close to the sink as he could get it.
"Gavin, why'd you have to suck it? That felt so good." He whimpered and made a half attempt to bend his head down toward his udder, but didn't get far. "Damn it." Changing tactics, he pinched one nipple between a finger and thumb, then squeezed a little dribble of milk out.
"Nnnrg, Not enough." He grunted, then used his other hand to press on the soft cushion of his udder. This produced a small stream to run from the tip of the nipple and over the fingers of his compressing hand. Floyd's mouth puckered and his eyes clenched shut.
"You can let it out, it's just a little moo." I heard myself say, "Nobody will hear it." After I spoke, I felt that thread again and knew he was at the end of it. My words traveled down it.
Floyds jaw trembled and his lips slowly peeled back. "M-muh-moooo!" His head tilted upwards, and the nipple swelled in his hand, lengthening like a long balloon being blown up. He wrapped his fingers around the teat and pulled. A sprout of milk shot out and spshed across the inside of the television. I opened my own mouth, wanting that creamy goodness.
"Mooo!" He cried as a second nipple extended and pulled along its length. This stream spshed across our window, wasting the goodness.
"Stop!" I leaned forward from my mistress's p, wanting to dive into the scene, but her hand held me back. In a fsh, the TV's frame disappeared and I could see the intricate rune work that had been added to the TV's internal workings. They whispered to my mind, with more power, the window could be made into a door.
"Down pet. Not yet." Xianta said, and I obeyed with a whine, sullenly crossing my arms and throwing myself against her softness. On screen Floyd continued to milk himself, all four teats growing to accommodate his hands, allow him to waste all that delicious milk. My milk!
Xiantia consotion head pats only softened my ire a little. "You may visit him tomorrow. Let us see what else is on."
The screen fshed and agent Boon appeared, wearing his dark shades. He scowled at something off screen.
"Ahh there is our adversary." She said.
I growled at the agent with all the fierceness of a small pdog, confident in her owner's protection. "There, there, patience pet, do not move against him until you are ready. However, shall I tease him a little?" She asked, one of her fingers found my ears and made everything all that better.
"Oh yes please," I responded, my tail shed against her with my eagerness.
The scene zoomed out, revealing Boon to not be alone. The target of the bnk gaze of his shade was a squat woman with an angry ssh of a mouth who held a mobile phone in a silver bejeweled case. I remembered Floyd's ex-wife as of two years ago. In addition, two other agents stood behind Boon, a slim green haired woman and dark-skinned man built like a linebacker. Both wore practiced neutral professions. The football pyer looked down at a tablet in his hand.
"There I called him." The ex wife said, and a cruel appeared quirked one side of her mouth. "My cash cow? As if! the man's an utter pig."
"You get it, Moose?" Agent Boon continued to look at the woman.
"Its gotta be longer than that to run a trace, we'll have to get a warrant to triangute the call." The big man said, identifying himself as Moose.
Boon's gaze did not waver. "Call him back, try to keep him talking if you please."
Xianta snapped her fingers and suddenly Xianta stood in pce of the woman, shrunk down to her height. "Oh, I'm sorry officer but he won't pick up until he has a few moments to pout. In the meantime, could I offer you some... refreshment." My mistress giggled and bounced, grabbing her udder and lifting it away from herself so the teats pointed at him. "Extra fresh."
Agent Boon gasped and stumble back, hand shooting into his suit jacket. The Xianta who held me snapped her fingers again and Floyd's ex-wife reappeared as both of Boon's colleagues looked at him with concern.
"Well if you don't want soda, I do have ice water." The woman gave a bored half shrug.
Boon looked around and registered the concern in the other agent's eye, then took his hand off the gun in his coat and straightened. "That won't be necessary Mrs. June. We will just go through the proper channels. Please contact us if you hear anything from Floyd."
She snorted, "Fat chance on that. You might try his boss at Big Box Mart. If there's one thing Floyd finds hard to resist, it's licking a boot."
"Course. Thank you for your time." He said. The agents all made their goodbyes, and the posse retreated out of the house to a bck SUV parked in the driveway of a very rge house.
As soon as all the doors were closed, the thin green-haired woman broke the silence with, "Boon, what the fuck was that."
Xianta and I chuckled together, and the screen flickered.
Freddy appeared, drumming his webbed fingers nervously on his knee. He sat on a blue couch equipped with many plush cushions. He wore now oversized clothing and hunched. I felt a pang in my chest to see the clear worry in his eyes. Again, Xianta restrained me as my tail anxiously wrapped around her leg.
"Fred?" Someone asked and a woman in a sweeping cloak sat down next to him. Clearly fey touched as well, he had blue skin with a rocky texture and amber reptilian eyes.
"Whats the Verdict?" Freddy asked with a hiccup like squeak.
"Good and bad." The man pulled out a note book and opened it. "Which ya want first?"
"Start with the bad?" Fred asked, gncing over at the notes.
"Afriad the bad news don't make sense without the good news. That is that so long as you stay the hell away from whatever did this to you, you might recover in a few months." He said with a shake of his head.
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"You're lucky you can still talk. Whatever attacked you made off with a sizeable portion of your human essence and your fey bits are plugging the holes. Fey usually swap things piece for piece so theirs no going back but these are more like wounds that your soul can heal. So long as you don't strengthen the otter side too much then your humanity will slowly push it back into where it usually hides." The "doctor," likely some sort of witch in the Wild District said.
"But Freddy!" My heart quavered when our st encounter was termed an attack and I tugged on the thread connecting us.
In the TV Freddy nodded at the doctor as his own hand rose to press on his chest.
"You should finish that one off soon." Xianta chuckled. "Prey shouldn't be allowed to limp away."
"Freddy's not prey." The hotness in my voice surprised me.
Xianta cupped my chin and forced me to look up at her. "Oh no? Where did you get this lovely extra foot of height pet."
"He..." I hesitated, "Gave it to me."
"I thought you were a fierce predator? Are you not resolved to remake yourself into my Rasahka? There is a limit to simply digesting a target's humanity can do. You must take other things to truly become what I envision for you." She smiled, but I could hear the sternness in her voice too.
I nodded. "Anyone but Freddy. I'll take what I need."
"You shall have to prove that to me, before I give your final task."
"Yes mistress." I bowed my head.
She settled back among the cushions and pced me beside her. Gingerly, I leaned against her side and inhaled her fizzy scent that brought to mind her terribly beautiful halo of eyes. The TV turned on again, but the interior of my eyelids proved more compelling. I fell asleep safe in the arms of my goddess. I'd figure out how to make her happy. Then... then I'd show introduce the world to my mistress.
Still, my eyes cracked open and gnced down at my bck striped legs. A little otter flopped across them would be so nice. Surely Freddy didn't agree that I... attacked him. Course there were those that maybe deserved a little attack. Car's interested, it would be easy to draw her in. She had such nice breasts, breasts that might look better on my chest with some striped accents. Maybe...
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