15. Andi

15

ANDI

" A h—there you are! I was wondering what was keeping you." Queen Pantyitch was tapping her foot impatiently when Turg led them into a kind of lounge area in the center of the milking farm.

Their hostess was standing in front of a fireplace with a low fire burning in the grate and wearing the same kind of dress that Andi was, with her breasts exposed. She wasn't wearing the golden nipple jewelry anymore, so Andi reached up and removed her own, as quickly as possible.

"Sorry—we were getting dressed," she said briefly. So far the milking farm only seemed to be luxurious rooms like their bedroom and the lounge—where was the "industrial equipment" she'd had to change for? And how did having your breasts out help keep you safe in a work zone, she wondered dryly?

"Yes, I see—those outfits look good on you. I was right about your sizes." Queen Pantyitch nodded in apparent satisfaction. "Do have some tea and a light snack before we get started," she added, seemingly apropos of nothing.

In front of the fireplace there were two low, broad chairs upholstered in dark green leather. They were placed across from each other with a small table in the middle. Sitting on it was a plate of pastries and a glass pot with an elaborately curled spout which was emitting fragrant steam.

Andi's stomach growled at the sight of food that didn't look likely to walk off the plate—she was really hungry by now since she hadn't had anything but one bite of kroc-o-wow snout meat at the feast. But she didn't feel like she should eat if Thrax couldn't.

"I'm sorry, but I can't have any unless my male-wife can as well," she said firmly. "I never got a chance to feed him after the feast and he's a big guy—he needs fuel to keep going."

"But of course." Queen Pantyitch nodded graciously, surprising Andi. "He may have as much as he likes. Do sit down so the two of you can eat and drink more comfortably."

Thrax sat on one of the low green chairs and Andi perched cautiously on his knee. She was very aware that his cock was out on display and she didn't want to sit directly on it—that would make things extremely awkward.

Queen Pantyitch settled on Turg's lap in the other chair—Andi noticed he was sitting extremely upright, presumably because of the "tail" he was wearing—and poured them both a cup of the fragrant smelling tea.

"There you are—drink up," she said, handing a cup to Andi. "That's for your male-wife and this is for you." And she handed Andi a second cup.

Andi took one steaming cup and handed the other to Thrax.

"Do take a pastry too," Queen Pantyitch urged her. "As many as you both like. They're my own private recipe," she added.

Andi took a sip of her tea and found that it was sweet and slightly floral. Then she reached for one of the pastries which seemed to be made of many laminated layers wrapped in on themselves until they formed a long, flaky log about twice as big as her middle finger.

She took a careful nibble and was glad to see that the pastry didn't appear to have any creatures living inside it. It was sweet and delicate and crunchy and delicious. The filling was slightly meaty but it didn't put her off—rather, it reminded her of the Cuban meat pies she'd had on a trip to Tampa once.

Andy polished her first pastry off in no time and passed several of them to Thrax, knowing that the big Hybrid could probably inhale them in a single bite. For a time, they ate in silence since Queen Pantyitch seemed content to just sit and watch them.

Andi didn't even care about making polite conversation. It was a relief to get some food into her system—she'd been really hungry, she realized. Not that the delicate little pastries were very filling, but the sugar in them gave her a much needed boost of energy and she felt much better after eating several and drinking a cup of the sweet tea.

"These are delicious," she said to Queen Pantyitch at last. "Thank you for letting my male-wife have some too."

"Well, we have to tend to our male-wives, don't we? After all, once we marry them, they're our responsibility whether we like it or not," the other woman said.

"I feel like we're eating all of these, though," Andi said, nodding at the diminished pile of flaky pastry logs. "Don't you or Turg want some?"

"Thank you, but I'm watching both our figures—we're not eating sweets at the moment," Queen Pantyitch told her. "Please, have as many as you like. More tea?" And she poured Andi another cup.

"Thank you." Andi accepted and then got another cup for Thrax as well. She was feeling both more relaxed and more energized now. It seemed to her that everything was going to work out just fine, one way or another.

"Now, then," Queen Pantyitch said, when Andi and Thrax had polished off the entire plate of pastries and drunk all of the tea. "I do believe it's time to get your male-wife ready. My partner will be here soon and I need him to be properly attired and tailed in order for her to make her assessment on whether we want to milk him for his seed or not."

"But what if I don't want to let you, uh, milk him?" Andi demanded, frowning.

"Regardless of what you decide, he must wear a tail." Queen Pantyitch rose abruptly and looked at her male-wife. "Turg, bring the tail kit at once."

"Yes, my Queen." Turg scurried away and came back shortly with a large, flat wooden box in his hands. He held it out and Queen Pantyitch opened it.

Andi rose to see the contents—a black rod with long black tassels hanging from the end of it was the first thing that met her eyes. It was about as thick as two of her fingers put together—except for the knob near the end where the tassels were placed, which was a bit thicker. There was also a bottle of lube in the box—at least that was what Andi assumed the thick pink gel in the clear bottle was.

"There you are—please insert his tail at once," Queen Pantyitch ordered. "My business partner will be here at any moment."

Andi wasn't sure what to do. She looked at Thrax but her partner wouldn't meet her eyes. He was staring down at the round, gold and green carpet, which looked expensive, and deliberately refusing to look at her.

Hoping that she wasn't doing something that would scar him for life, Andi gave him a gentle nudge.

"Hey, get up and turn around, okay?" she said to him. "I have to put this in you and I can't do it while you're still sitting down."

Wordlessly, Thrax rose from the chair and turned. Placing one knee on the chair's seat and bracing his other foot on the floor, he bent forward with his forearms on the back of the leather back of the chair.

"All right, Mistress," he said in a low, almost inaudible voice. "I'm ready."

Andi frowned. For some reason, it worried her when he started calling her "Mistress" instead of "Queen." Something was going on with her partner—something wasn't right.

She should have asked him more about it earlier but they'd gotten off topic after the way he'd gone down on her and was apparently fantasizing about her. Now it was too late—they couldn't talk things out in front of Queen Pantyitch.

Since there didn't seem to be anything else she could do, she stepped forward and put one hand on the big Hybrid's muscular ass. Thrax twitched and his whole body seemed to tighten, as though he was fighting to force himself to hold still. God, what was going on inside his head?

"Thrax, it's okay," Andi murmured in a soothing tone. She continued to caress him, running her hand over the firm curves of his ass, hoping she could soothe him. "Everything is all right, I promise."

"Do hurry up, won't you?" Queen Pantyitch snapped impatiently. "Inserting a tail shouldn't take all day!"

"This is the first time Thrax has ever worn a tail," Andi said sharply. "So I'm going to take as long as I need to make sure he feels comfortable!"

She expected a sharp reply from the other woman but Queen Pantyitch only rolled her eyes.

"Fine. Turg, go stand by her and offer her the lube when she's ready," she ordered.

The little male-wife—he seemed little to Andi since he was only an inch or two taller than she was—came over and offered her the bottle of pink gel. Andi took it and pumped a few squirts onto her fingers.

"Thrax, I'm going to touch you now," she told her partner. "I'm going to use some of this lube on you to help you open up. Do you understand?"

There was no response. Thrax's head was hanging low and he didn't seem to be responding. This didn't seem to be a good sign to Andi.

"Look at me and tell me that you understand," she said firmly.

At last her partner turned his head and she was alarmed to see that his eyes were half-lidded and there was an almost drugged look in their golden depths.

"Yes, Mistress," he rumbled, nodding. "I'll try…try to be open for you. Do whatever you want to me. I'm yours."

Andi wasn't sure how to respond to that, but she didn't feel like she could back out now. If he'd jumped or tried to get away or demanded that she not touch him, she would have refused to go on. But he was standing there passively, telling her to do whatever she wanted. So she continued with the tail placement.

Slipping her fingers between his ass cheeks, she found the tight, puckered ring of the big Hybrid's rosebud. Thrax shivered deeply when she touched him there but he didn't try to pull away. In fact, he leaned forward a little more, giving her easier access.

Carefully, Andi rubbed the lube in. She'd never done this in real life, but she'd read some spicy romances that included ass play, so she had at least some idea of what she was doing. The main thing she remembered was that she shouldn't rush things—he needed to open up for her naturally with no forcing on her part.

"Thrax, talk to me," she said as she slowly inserted a single finger into her partner's tight opening. "Tell me how it feels."

"Feels like…you're owning me, Mistress. Making me yours." Was his deep, rumbling his voice slightly higher? Andi thought he sounded younger somehow, though in fact he was several years older than she was.

Was he all right? She didn't think she was hurting him—at least, he didn't act like she was. Slowly, she added another finger, glad that the lube she was using seemed to be extra slick.

"Is that a good thing?" she asked, scissoring gently to try and open him up. "Me owning you, I mean?"

"Of course it is, Mistress." He looked at her with those drugged eyes and nodded slowly. "It's right that I should belong to you. I'm your property—yours to do whatever you want with."

"Well, right now I want to put this tail in you," Andi told him. "Er, do you feel ready for it?"

"I'm ready for whatever my Mistress wants to do to me," Thrax murmured. He was still talking in that younger voice. Andi wished she could stop this and find out what was going on with her partner, but Queen Pantyitch was watching impatiently and tapping her foot again. So she continued.

"All right. Let me get some more lube to be sure it doesn't hurt…" She picked up the tail with its long black tassels and squirted some more of the pink gel over the black shaft. Then she placed the rounded end at the entrance of Thrax's rosebud and slowly began to push.

Thrax stiffened for a moment and Andi was afraid he wasn't going to be able to do this.

"It's all right, Thrax," she murmured soothingly, rubbing his back with her other hand. "It's just me, putting in the tail. Just try and relax and let it in—okay?"

Her voice seemed to calm the big Hybrid down because he nodded and some of his muscles seemed to loosen up.

"Yes, Mistress. Put it in me," he murmured. "Make me yours."

"Good, that's good. I will," Andi told him.

She pressed a little harder and was relieved to feel the tail slip into him without any further resistance. That was, until she got to the bump at the end.

"All right, Thrax, you're doing great," she told him. "But the tail gets a little thicker here—I think that's to help hold it inside you. Can you try to be open enough to let me push it all the way in?"

Slowly, he nodded.

"Yes, Mistress, I can take it. Give it to me," he murmured.

"Thank you." Andi gave the tail a final push and the end of it finally slid home. Thrax gave a low groan that sounded like, "Fuuuuck!" but didn't try to jerk away. In fact, he just stood there, as though waiting for her to release him somehow.

"Are you finished at last?" Queen Pantyitch demanded. "We really must be going. Turg, give her a cleaning cloth to wipe her fingers with," she added.

The little male-wife handed Andi a damp cloth that smelled faintly of cleaning solution and waited until she wiped her fingers thoroughly. He then hurried to put away the box the tail and lube had been in. But just as he finished, there was a crackling sound and a voice could be heard speaking over some kind of com-link system.

"Message for Queen Pantyitch," it said. "Your business partner has called to say that she's running late. She conveys that you should start the tour of the facility without her and she'll be here as soon as possible."

Queen Pantyitch made a face.

"How annoying! She's always running late!" she exclaimed. "Well, come on then—let's start the tour."

Andi was ready to go, but Thrax seemed frozen. He hadn't moved a bit and still had one knee on the seat of the chair, she noticed.

"Thrax? Hey, Thrax?" she asked, reaching up to put a hand on her partner's broad shoulder. She shook him gently. "Are you okay? Talk to me."

"Huh?" He blinked and it was almost like he was waking up from some kind of trance, Andi thought. "What?" he asked, looking confused.

"We're about to go on the tour of the milking farm," Andi told him, giving him a significant look. "Come on—let's go see everything."

"Oh, uh, right. Sorry." He straightened up and winced, looking over his shoulder almost as though the tail he was wearing had surprised him. "What the fuck? What did you shove up my ass?" he demanded hoarsely.

"Language!" Queen Pantyitch sounded shocked. She pursed her lips and narrowed her eyes at Andi. "Do you really let him speak in that way around you?"

"Sorry," Andi said quickly. "Thrax, please watch your language. I'm sure you'll, uh, get used to the tail soon. "

"Right." He nodded shortly and took an experimental step.

Andi couldn't help noticing that though he was complaining about the tail inside him, his long, thick shaft was rock-hard and leaking precum from its flaring crown. She wasn't sure how he felt about the extra stimulation mentally and emotionally but physically it definitely seemed to turn him on.

At least her partner sounded more like himself again, she thought. That was a relief—it had been spooky the way he'd drifted off when she was inserting the tail.

"If you're both ready to go, then come this way," Queen Pantyitch said, breaking Andi's train of thought. She stalked off, through the door of the lounge and Andi felt they had no choice but to follow her.