“I realized something.Youare a fluffy, semi-domesticated animal. My cat wants a cat.” I tousle her hair.
“I amnot—Well… okay, yeah, that’s pretty accurate. Wait, can I be a cat if I’m a cow?”
“Cow, kitten…” I weave a little scrap of silk, then fasten it around her neck. “They both wear collars. Collars with…”
I step into my collections room where precisely arranged silk cubbies hold all the treasures I don’t currently have on display. I grab the polymer case holding the data disk for my favorite reality TV series, then rifle through a few cubbies nearby.
She gasps quietly. “Wow, it’s amazing in here…”
“Aha. A bell.” I thread a bit of silk through the round, polished silver bell and attach it to her collar. With the tag on her ear, she now looks like a perfect pet.
She presses her fingers gently to the cool metal, blushing.
I tap her nose. “This way, you can’t sneak out of my room again.”
A devious little smile appears on her face, and I know it meanschallenge accepted.
I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I tip her face up with my chin. “Andromeda…”
“Yeah?”
I pin her to the nearest bare panel of silk, pressing my stomach between her legs. My fingers brush hers over the bell. “You’remine.”
She moans quietly, head tipping back, opening her lips.
I kiss her hungrily, gripping her plush ass and pulling her to my body at the same time as I press her into the taut silk behind her.
Her sweet, spicy scent surrounds me.
Every piece of bone and chitin in my body vibrates with happiness.
She’smine.
Mine forever.
EPILOGUE
ANDROMEDA
Three months later
The sunabove is warm and golden. I loll and laze on the wildflowers, rubbing my body against all the softness.
Hmm… I want another piece of fruit.
I root around the flowers with my nose and mouth, unable to use my hands. Cozy silk mitts wrap my fingers, rendering them useless. Similar silk pads wrap my elbows and knees as I clamber around, and a compressive silk wrap supports my breasts. I still wear my collar, and other than that, I’m totally naked.
Sylvus decided I was eating too quickly, straining my breasts. So, he’s made it harder for me. When he proposed this little game, saying other hucows often enjoy it, I was quite sassy when I snapped at him thatI’m not like other hucows.
He proved me wrong. I’m increasingly okay with that.
Icouldstand, I suppose, but… why would I? It’s so much effort. My breasts get so heavy.
The soft, fragrant wildflowers brush my cheeks as I snuffle around until my lips meet an already-peeled fruit wedge.
I eagerly close my mouth around it, rolling onto my back to chew, humming happily as the juices run down my throat.
