Stumbling out of the forest Shiron groans softly, resting his claws on his back to stretch out. He had been out for a fly over the woods when some kind of stray object hit him out of the sky, he had no idea what had happened, only that he was flying then suddenly he was falling! When he came to he quickly noticed how dark it was getting, after walking around for a bit longer he found himself where he was now, right on the edge of the woods. Looking out over a large farm land that stretches out for what seemed like miles. While the place looked a bit dingy and run down it didn’t look abandoned. It was a long shot, but Shiron had to hope that someone was there. He didn’t really know where he was exactly, his entire sense of direction was shot from the fall, leaving him totally lost as he started to walk down the hill in front of him. Slowly starting to come back to his senses with every little step Shiron looks down the hill and starts to pick up a bit of speed. Looking up towards the sky he thinks of flying off, of just getting out of there and flying back home, but with both the darkening skies, but also a sharp pain in his wing as he attempted to fly kept him grounded for the time being. 


As he reaches the edge of the farmland he looks down towards the fence in front of him. Easily hopping the thing before crossing his arms, shivering slightly from the cold winter air. Looking up to the farm house once more he notices how dark the inside of the building looked, perhaps there wasn’t anyone here, though he knew that the place didn’t seem that old. If he was lucky he might at least have a place to sleep for the night. Making his way up to the farm house he checks one last time, reaching out and knocking firmly on the door. Taking a few extra steps back Shiron rubs at his arms with a nervous sigh. Though after not hearing anything Shiron shakes his head and tests the door. While it wasn’t locked it was stuck, after a firm shoulder slam the door falls open and crashes to the ground. Making his way inside he calls out. “Uh sorry if anyone is here! I can help out with the door if need be but I really need a place to sleep!” He calls out while wandering a good bit deeper in. Lightly rubbing at the side of his arm and eventually stepping even deeper inside.


Though as he’s walking his eyes catch on something. A large bookcase that sat in the hallway. It didn’t seem like a big deal at first, why would it. However, further approaching the bookcase he notices a small sliver of light that appears to be coming from the crack underneath it. Not wanting to speak, Shiron leans in, pressing his ear against the door as he listens in. Holding his breath as he bites at his bottom lip softly. He wasn’t sure why his heart had started to race suddenly but something about this place put him on edge. Maybe it was the fact it was abandoned and yet there was a light coming from within the house. But he could easily handle whatever was on the other side. But there was something else too. Something he felt incredibly worried about. But it wasn’t like he could leave anyways, with how dark it had gotten he was trapped here..


“No other way than forwards..” He mutters to himself, sliding the bookcase to the side to reveal a hallway, one that seemed to lead down, eventually turning into a tunnel that curves around the underside of the farmhouse. Following the tunnel for who knows how long Shiron eventually exits into another small seemingly empty room. Well empty aside from a small chair that sat in the middle. A large, ornate chair. Cushioned, and just all around looking incredibly comfy. Approaching the chair Shiron seems to overlook one part in specific. A helmet of sorts sat right out of sight, dangling from a mesh of wires above. Running a claw over the chair he smiles slightly. Seeing a TV at the other end with a remote next to it, Shiron picks up the remote and attempts to turn it on. As the screen flickers to life Shiron jumps slightly, taking a small step back, he wasn’t expecting it to actually work. Though staring at the screen now, he feels a small sense of calmness start to wash over him. It was surprisingly warmer down here, he couldn’t help but smile a bit, suddenly feeling so much calmer than he did before.


The room felt homely, more so than the actual home that lay above, maybe he could relax here for the night. The room didn’t seem to lead anywhere else, and unlike the rest of the house still had power. So taking his seat Shiron starts to settle in. Relaxing and laying back as he stares at the screen. However as soon as he presses down his entire weight onto the seat the helmet falls right on top of his head. Working on its own as it locks in place. Reaching up with both of his hands in shock he starts to rub his claws all alongside it uselessly tugging at the device as he starts to panic. “W-what the hell?! W-what is this?” He questions still trying to pull it off as the TV screen changes, turning to a strange video that appears to show a cow on it, the cartoony creature moos loudly, and alongside it comes a small jolt through his mind. Making Shiron wince in shock, feeling his mind starting to swim with confusion. “H-hrrff. W-what the hell?” He questions, gritting his teeth while staring up at the TV screen. Slowly he could feel his stomach start to rumble loudly.


Slowly something else began to descend from the ceiling. A large trough filled with some kind of slop. Staring down at it right away Shiron feels his stomach rumbling loudly, while the TV screen seems to just be playing some weird song, mixed with various cow noises Shiron can feel a voice echo in the back of his head. “Eat” The voice makes him shutter, and almost right away he feels that grumble in his gut once more. Shakily moving his claws he starts to shovel mouthfuls into his mouth, swallowing down mouthfuls of food at a time. Groans and moans leaving his muzzle almost right away. The mixture was both sweet, and yet putrid. He loved it, and yet he hated it all the same. He didn’t know how to really process it. But he didn’t have to as he swallowed it down the words repeat in his head, telling him to eat again. He could disobey that order either, reaching down he grabs another clawful, looking down towards the slop and before he can even properly analyze it he swallows it down, the helmet sending another jolt of pleasure through his lower body, a reward for following the orders of the voice. Giving another slow, long nod Shiron feels a small, shaky smile starting to flicker across his muzzle, eyes glazing over as a small growl leaves his mouth. 


Slowly continuing to eat he keeps his gaze focused firmly on the TV screen in front of him. While the TV had no outright effect on his mind or body it certainly helped the helmet push those thoughts into his mind. Making him more vulnerable. “You are nothing more than a cow, eat, don’t worry about thinking” The words say in his mind. He wasn’t sure whose voice it was, it almost sounded like his own, but darker, deeper. More animalistic as he groans softly. Without much thought he slowly starts to pump, and grind his hips into the underside of the trough, the warm, but slick underside that fills Shiron with a strange pleasure. Without even thinking, and unable to use his claws to jerk himself off he just continues to grind against it. Though he was unaware of something happening to the seat. The bottom of the seat slowly starts to open up, a small brush, coated in a thick viscous liquid presses itself firmly against his tailhole.


Almost right away the hole begins to plump up, swelling between his cheeks, twitching and yawning open flexing as Shiron continues to eat, by now his thoughts were quickly diminishing, it was getting harder to form any other thoughts. Though while trying to think he does manage to find a few extra thoughts. In specific he could feel his mind filling with more of those basic, very simple thoughts. Things like eat, grow, fill.. But there were other words filling the back of his mind. By now his gut had begun to press up against the edge of the trough, pushing it a bit further forwards. Despite how much he had eaten looking down to it Shiron couldn’t help but notice that amount of slop left inside. He was still so hungry too. Where did all of this slop come from? Though it didn’t take him long for him to realize he didn’t need to worry where all the food was coming from, a small jolt through his mind telling him those thoughts were pointless. He didn’t need to worry about where the food came from, or how it was delivered, all that mattered was that the food was there, and he needed to keep eating. 


As his gut continues to swell he finally starts to feel full, within enough time the trough is nearly out of each, he was struggling to grab any more of the slop, and as if reacting to his struggle the trough begins to raise, slowly sliding up his stomach, leaving a nice thick trail of sludge trailing all the way up his stomach, ending right as his chin, the trough now resting perfectly at his stomach. Licking his lips and with a small groan he throws his head down, burying it in the sludge, no longer needing to use his fatty hands, which were no better than hooves. Cow hooves.. He wasn’t sure where that thought came from but it felt right in a way. His stomach rumbles loudly once more, but this time with something else. Tilting his body off to the side grunting loudly Shiron begins to push out an absolutely massive log of shit. Pushing as hard as he can, the fat log spilling out the side of the chair, the log splatting wetly against the ground. Piling up right under him as he groans out hotly. 


Mouth still full as he dumps out the rest of his brains Shiron was left as nothing more than a dumb, mindless cow beast. Nothing left in his head other than the need to eat, shit, and moo. Lifting his head up the dumbed down wind dragon stares vacantly ahead letting out a mindless. “Mooooo~” Of blissful pleasure. The helmet finally letting go, freeing the poor beast from its binds, the trough raising up as with one last final pump Shiron finally blows his load, with another deep blissful moo. Letting rip another PPLLLRRBBBTT pushing out another fat log from his hole as he stumbles out of his seat, the beast takes a good look around. Trying to make sense of what was happening. Lost in thought or at least what little thoughts he had. Shiron takes a good look around, drool dribbling down his muzzle as he sniffs at the air. Turning around he catches a familiar smell, one of food coming from right behind him. Turning around he waddles over to the pile of shit he had just pushed out. Kneeling down and burying his muzzle right into the pile he gets to eat. Munching it down while pushing out another pile. He’d likely wander out at one point or another, after all there was another delicious smell, coming from even deeper in the farm.