A Game of No Hands: Epilogue

Heavy rain drove into the plate glass windows but failed to penetrate them with anything other than sound. A wet roar of water that served that led the customers within the cozy coffee shop to sip their drinks and anxiously examine their phones. They were all in various combinations of wet and grumpy. The lone barista, a heavyset dark haired woman who displayed her clenched teeth through a thin grin as she frantically pleaded with the long line of customers for patience.

Suddenly the door opened. The storm penetrated this imperfect sanctuary, bringing with it the roll of thunder and a howling wind accompanied the two petite figures that stepped into the shop. The wind carried the scent of the rain, a dash of lime and cherry and more than a hint of wet dog. Their features were concealed beneath the hoods of two ponchos, one black, one pink. The pair drew little notice from the patrons until the wearer of the pink poncho threw back her hood and gave a small howl of relief.

“Sis! Contain yourself.” The other scolded with a summery cheer, pushing back her own hood to reveal her feline face and unzipping her poncho. With a twirl she removed it, exposing her nano short skirt maid uniform and fluffy tail. It wagged in time of her counterpart’s who similarly doffed her poncho to reveal a slightly more modest but far more pastel maid’s outfit.

The maid with the canine face stuck her tongue out at her sister and barked playfully. “As if you knew the meaning of the word.”

“Right now only one word concerns me.” Stella looked toward the counter and one of her canine ears wilted as she took in the length of the line.

Steph encircled her sister’s waist with one clumsy pawhand and pressed their hips together. “Cock?” she asked in a loud whisper.

“Coffee!” Stella responded with a start, before cringing with embarrassment, hiding her nose behind a paw. Their voices were just loud enough that anyone in the shop could hear them if they were paying attention. Most of the customers were and the beleaguered barista paid the strange fuzzy fetish maids so much attention that she forgot about the milk she was frothing until it frothed over the side of the pitcher she held.

She cursed at the newbie mistake, fumbled the pitcher and spilled the remaining milk. It escaped the green rubber of the dripped tray and flowed out across the shiny lacquered wood of the counter top. The barista stared at it helplessly, clenching her teeth so hard that it produced a crackling noise that a pair of husky ears could easily pick up on.

“Would you like some help?”

The barista’s head jerked up to find Steph beaming a kind, eager smile from her muzzle.

“Uh yeah but-”

“Great! You take the orders, we’ll sling the drinks.” Steph said, already bustling behind the counter. “Come on Stella! Lets sing the song.”

“Here?!” The other sister protested, further hiding her face within her paw, although her tail gave an eager wag.

“Bow.” Steph sang.

“Meow.” Stella echoed before their combined voices filled the little shop.

We are cat and dog all in one.

Two heads are better than one,

Its double the pleasure and,

Triple the fun!

As they sang Stella skipped behind the counter and the pair linked arms to perform a brief dance that displayed their feline and canine beans of their handpaws. Still singing, Stella scanned the backlog of orders plastered to the counter and Steph swiftly cleaned up the spill. Then they fell upon the coffee machine like a pair of concert pianists, its hiss and grinding joining the performance.

We don’t cook, we mostly clean.

But coffee’s a bit of our Thing.

Drip, espresso, latte cream.

We know our beans

The barista watched them in mute awe as they displayed the pink pads of their handpaws with a shimmy and a shake. The maids called out two orders in between verses of  their song before giving the baristia a small hip bump to place her in front of the register. Pink sparkles leaped from their touch.

Please sir, may I have your order? The barista sang to the first customer in line. They both shared a moment of surprise, then a smile. He placed his order and tapped his card with the beat of the song.

For ten surreal minutes, the singing maid sisters busted through the orders, giving each customer a bow and their toothy grins. The rain stopped, they sung their adieu and with their arms linked, they skipped from the shop.

Everyone stared at the door they exited out of for a long time, not quite sure if what had happened could happen. It took a full minute for the baristia to notice the wrapped gift that rested on the counter before her. The tag read:
Play with those who need a change.

Outside, their paw boots clicking on the wet cement of the sideway, the sisters tittered at each other.

“Laying it on a bit thick this time, sister mine.” Stella said.

“Well there were a couple kids in there, otherwise we could have served double cookies instead of coffee.” Steph laughed as they turned a corner down into a narrow alleyway. A swirling portal iris opened in front of them and they trotted through without slowing. The heavy, wet air of the city vanished, replaced by the scents of floral candles and a very familiar feline musk. The portal closed behind them, leaving the pair in a space walled with tall bookcases and standing in a silver circle.

“All done with your errrrrand?” Angelica purred as she slinked off of a large cushion and stretched.  Her distended, pregnant belly touched the ground as she did so. “Took awhile, did you get… distracted and embarrass yourselves?”

“Oh no. We were very proper.” Stella mewed as Angelica encircled the pair of them, sniffing beneath their tails. The maids stroked her purple spotted back.

“I half expected you to be dragging a new maid back with you.” Angelica’s nose stole beneath Stella’s short skirt and her tongue lapped across Stella’s alway moist spade.

“Mrrowl!” Stella cried out, her paws latching onto the sphinx’s horns. “We only did that once!”

“Princess let her go, we have to assist the mistress with the tour!” Steph protested, “We’re on the clock.”

“I know.” Angelica said before pushing up between Stella’s legs and sucking hard. The dog-cat hybrid’s legs failed and she fell with a canine whine.

“Oh no!” Stella gasped between pants of pleasure, “You’ll have to go on without me.”

“Steeellla!” Steph whined, “Stop being naughty! We’re on the clock now. The mistress will punish us.”

“She’s paying the teleport toll.” Angelica chuckled-purred, her deft hands reaching up under Stella’s dress to grasp at her lower breasts.

“I’ll ccaaaaa-tch, uuuup!” Stella moaned, widening her legs and letting the pregnant sphinx thrust her tongue deep into her sex.

“Fine, but if she calls us bad girls it's your fault!” Steph stomped her booted footpaw and growled at the pair. Angelica paid her zero heed, continuing to take her “toll” from Stella.

Burning with both jealousy and arousal, she stomped from the room. Sniffing the air, she proceeded toward the manor’s foyer, the mistress’s scent was easy to follow, although the cackling, “Nak! Nak!” was even easier.

Tina stood in an outfit composed of shiny black leather leggings, gloves and corset that struggled to contain her four breasts. The long bullwhip completed the old timey dominatrix look, although in her massive hand it appeared toylike. Nothing concealed her half erect double dongs. Before her stood a gaggle of mostly human people dressed in expensive suits, one sported a long tail with blue tabby patterns. Another had the pointed ears that indicated some elven or fey heritage. They all looked at the manor’s ostentatious mistress with apprehension and excitement.

“Oh pick your jaws up from the floor, this is a historically accurate outfit. Tipper themselves greeted guests in a very similar outfit. Not my fault I need a little more support.” Tina hefted one of her breasts to illustrate, giggling her hyena laugh.

The leader, the man with the pointed ears swallowed, and hauled his eyes up from Tina’s dicks to her grinning muzzle. “That is… true madam. Although we are most interested in highlighting Archmagus Tipper’s contributions to magical study, not their… peculiar private activities.”

“Can’t separate the two. I only give one sort of tour. That for potential patrons of Elfford manor. Although if it makes you feel more comfortable I can cover up a little.” Tina turned her head to glance at Steph, who stood up on the landing at the top of the stairway. “Come.”

“Yes mistress!” Steph answered brightly, hurrying down the stairs.

“Good girl!” Tina praised the husky maid, lifting her from the ground with ease and kissing her head, several of her hair snakes joining stealing smooches of their own. “Where’s your sister?”

“Many apologies mistress. She’s letting the cat distract her from her duties!” Steph spoke in a hurried pant.

“Well you're the one I wanted anyway.” Tina grinned, turning Steph in her arms to face the guests, “Since you wear a longer skirt than your slutty sister. Meet the society for the preservation of historical magic.”

Steph blinked in confusion but managed to smile at the guests. “Hi there. I’m Steph its a pleasure to- Aaaaawoooooo!” The greeting turned into a howl as Tina thrust impaled her on one of her cocks.

Tina grinned as the guest’s cheeks flushed, even the elf’s. “This is one half of the brain overseeing the Manor’s restoration and conversion to a sanctuary for magical chimeras like us. She also makes a great cock sleeve and loves to perform for guests.”

“Oh thank yoooou mistress.” Steph moaned, grasping one of Tina’s offered hands and using it to lever herself up and down Tina’s cock. Her eyes locked the half elf’s, “Call me a good girl! Call me a good girl and I’ll be your good girl.”

The man’s stern face cracked into a wry smile. “I suppose I can’t be surprised at this. It is Tipper’s style. You’re a good girl.”

“Yay! Again! Ah! Three times and I’ll cum. Let me cum sir? Please?” Steph pleaded with her large blue doggy eyes.

He gave a sigh with a note of admiration. “Good girl, good girl, and… good girl.”

Steph thrust herself down and howled, her body shuddering with the force of her orgasm.

“Stay,” Tina hugged her doggy maid and kept her impaled as she addressed the guests, “We’ll start the tour then.”

Not waiting for an answer she moved down the hallway into the more modern wing of the manor, her long snake tail slithering behind her. The guest exchanged various expressions of bewilderment and the males discreetly adjusted their pants before following.

“We’ve left this corridor mostly alone and kept Tipper’s self portraiture in place.” Tina lectured as she walked, holding Steph against her chest, who made soft noises with every step. “The bedrooms and the kitchen have been renovated and they are used for paying guests and temporary residents of the manor.”

A lithe fox woman with two tails wider than her waist wearing a black and white maid’s uniform stepped out of one of the many doors and offered the guests snacks from a silver tray as they passed. Tina patted her head and continued talking, “This is where active players of the Game are housed until their finale. Afterward they may stay as long as they like until they’re ready to venture out into the world or join our staff. To your left,” She gestured at the staircase at the midpoint of the hallway. A small bronze plaque shone on the first step. “Is the sight of Tipper’s last stand.”

The half elf peeled away from the group to examine it but Tina carried on, and the beat of dance music began to push through the air. “Up ahead is the ballroom, we try not to house anyone in this half of the hallway as Tipper relied on magic for sound proofing we have yet to install new spells.” The huge double doors pulsed with the beat and Tina threw them open, revealing a whirling landscape of color and sound.

“Most of the Game’s Finales happen here!” She shouted to be heard over the music, “Otherwise its use is open for whatever party or scenario guests wish to have. Today you're in luck, the Hulvi Twins, Kylin and Ryla are performing.” She gestured over the sea of bobbing heads to a central stage where two metal poles extended up to the ceiling. Around each pole a dancer spun, the pair cast near identical silhouettes, curved hips accentuating their muscular legs, their thick tails as long as the pair were tall whipped through the air. With sudden beat drop they fell from the poles, slammed their thick paws into the ground and launched themselves upward to cheers. Near the ceiling they grabbed onto the pole with their hands and scissored open their legs. Spot lights flared on, revealing the twins to be non-identical kangaroos, both had patterned purple markings on their legs, shoulders and tails. Kylin’s two dayglow orange cocks blazed among the black fur that covered the rest of him while his sister, Ryla, displayed a glowing blue spade among her rose pink coloration. They curled their tails around the poles, freeing their hands to clutch their sexes. To cheers, Kylin pumped his tapered cocks as Ryla slipped one hand into her pouch and used her other to spread the lips of her canine pussy.

They rotated around the poles, slipping downward slowly. Kylin’s eyes closed and they fell out of sync, falling faster than his sister. Ryla, looked over to her brother, gave a dramatic sigh before twirling once around her own pole and launching herself onto his. Kylin started as the pole bowed and Ryla curled her body around it. He barely managed to grab hold of the metal before she swung down on top of him. She shouted something into his ear, dug her claws into his shoulders and expertly began to rail him against the pole.

“Hehe nak nak!” Tina giggled as the crowd roared, “Guess they’re not making it through the show today.” Extending an arm she shepherded the tour group out into the hallway. Steph lifted herself off her mistress’s cock with a soft gasp and lowered herself to the floor.

“Pardon me mistress. I have to fetch a mop. Those two always make a mess.” She said.

“Of course.” Tina gently scratched one of her ears before sending her off with a light swat to her bottom. Then turning to the tour group she grinned, “Now if you’ll follow me upstairs…” Trailing off, she squinted at the group, was one missing? The half elf had rejoined the group. Ah well, this happened sometimes on tours. She shrugged and led them up the spiral staircase.

“The second level here is where those who have joined the manor’s family live. We have five maids, three cooks, two very productive individuals who live as livestock, four professional entertainers, such as yours truly and a few who such reject labels.”

“Don’t forget pets.” Angelica poked her head out of the library door.

“You’re all my pets once I get my paws on you.” Tina snorted and offered her hand to the Sphinx. Angelica flowed from the doorway with a slight waddle in her rear due to her heavy belly. Sniffing Tina’s hand once, she submitted to a pet as she curled around Tina’s legs. Tina squatted to rub Angelica’s tummy. The sphinx nearly lost her footing as a rear leg started kicking uncontrollably.

“Does my Princess need a trip to the coop?” Tina asked, squeezing a breast which emitted a stream of milk onto the carpet. “Or the milking barn.”

“Meew!” She squeaked, then she saw the gathered tour group and added in a whisper, “Please, I’m so full.”

“I dunno,” Tina teased, cupping Angelica’s chin, “Another day will be a new record and you’ll earn so many more treats.”

Angelica’s eyelids fluttered as she inhale Tina’s scent. “Please mewtress. Mew sooo mewy full.” Then she licked at Tina’s leathery pads.

“Mistress she’s going to make a mess if you do that! She’ll lay all those eggs right in the hallway.” A disheveled Stella appeared in the same doorway that Angelica had come from.

“Can’t have that I suppose.” Tina giggled as her emerald green tail snaked around. Its tip plunged into Angelica’s sex. The sphinx’s mouth went wide and Tina cut off her feline yowl by clamping her hand around Angelica’s head. Her wings spasmed and her legs kicked out as the scaled tail thrashed within her. Tina swiftly used three of her arms to pin the wings and gather the flailing limbs, picking the Sphinx up, reducing the spasms to shivers. However milk dribbled from her breasts and onto the carpet.

“Oh no!” Stella disappeared back inside the library and swiftly returned with a small bucket. Hurrying beneath Angelica she attempted to catch the drops but the laden breasts were too widely spaced. Stretching up to her full, nearly five foot height she latched onto one nipple and kept the bucket under the other.

“You goofy girl!” Tina laughed before turning to the tour group, “Come on, we’ll take the elevator where all the best entertainments are.”

“Will we be coming back to this floor?” The half elf asked, staring at the sign over the door both Angelica and Stella had come out of, glittery letters spelling out: Library.

“Oh no, not on this tour. Maybe after we’re declared a magical heritage site.” Tina grinned.

The man looked about to argue but Tina was already walking away. She strode up to a nondescript bedroom door, lifted a foot and planted it on the wall beside the door. The wall shimmered as a glamor collapsed, revealing a pair of modern stainless steel elevator doors tall enough so Tina did not have to duck.

“We installed this last year to bring the manor up to code. Not historically accurate per say but the previous elevator had consent issues.” She beckoned to the tour group to join her, Angelica in her arms with Stella hanging off her tit, “Come one, plenty of room for everyone.”

She lied, cozy didn’t even begin to describe it. The tour group packed shoulder to shoulder to Tina’s lowest set of breasts.

“Gee I hope we don’t get stuck. That be awful.” The tailed one smirked.

“I charge extra for that. If you want I can take a pheromone enhancer that will have even a magically insensitive individual hopelessly horny and worshiping my paws within five minutes.” Tina replied in the most casual of tones and ruined the deadpan with a feral giggle.

The man’s tail went puffy and he flushed.

Silence ruled as the elevator rose, only the soft plinking of milk droplets falling into the bucket rose above the whisper of the machinery. Nostrils flared as they sampled the heady arousal of the three hyper sexed chimeras. The doors opened with a soft hiss and Stella let go of Angelica’s nipple with a gulp of air.  She sprang out first into the tiled hallway, a hexagonal pattern of rough cement. It appeared to be a combination of bathroom tile and a fancy garden path. Then called down it.

“Ruby! We got a dripper.”

“On it chief!” A voice called back.

As Tina exited the elevator a huge a cow woman in a maid uniform and with rubber ducky yellow hoof boots clomped up with a mop and bucket. The sloshing sound came from her swinging udder, not the contents of her bucket.

“Oh mooo, Mistress Angelica didn’t break her record? Too bad.” She cooed at the Sphinx. “Best get her to coop. Its got an open loft. Barn’s full.”

“You take care of the drip trail, I’ll prep a loft for her.” Stella dashed down the hallway.

“Mmooo!” The cow saluted the much smaller maid and dutifully clomped behind the group.

“Well this isn’t original.” The half elf sniffed as he stepped out of the elevator.

“Since somebody…” Tina glared at a wall, “Cursed the manor so no magical cleaning works we were forced to make some alterations. This floor generates so much mess that it will make the entire manor stink of sour milk and other things. Only a few residents are into that. All of Tipper’s special rooms are unaltered but it keeps the maids very busy.” Tina replied, letting go of Angelica face as she carried her down the hallway.  The sphinx mewled, dripping milk onto the floor. Ruby whistled a tune as she followed after with a mop and laying down an occasional caution: wet signs. The tour followed after, keeping out of range of the cow’s swatting tail.

Ahead, Stella entered the coop and inhaled the scent of fresh straw. Although the pale glow coming from the rear of the room had her pause and cock her head. Once her eyes adjusted, her tail wagged and mewed in greeting. “Zeke! Did you not make it to the nest again?” Three huge cupped nests sat along the back wall of the room but one was made from a black silicon like substance. Before it an almost alien figure had collapsed. Like Tina, he sported four arms but the familiarities mostly ended there. A fluffy white mane decorated his head and neck while the rest of his body was covered with chitinous black plates that armored his body. Two pairs of transparent wings jutted from his back occasionally blurring into movement and making feeble buzz. Adding to the insectile theme was the black abdomen that extended from his buttocks. Usually black and armored like the rest of him but now it had swelled to twice the girth and length of his body so the chiton plates float on a swollen balloon of pale white silver illuminescent flesh. Zeke made a chirp-click as his abdomen pulsed, extruding a long shining egg from its tip. It joined the pile of a dozen like it.

“Aww the poor buggy have a rough night?” Stella tittered as she knelt beside him, “Drank too much of Ruby’s milk I see.” Grabbing his upper shouldered she gave him a gentle shake. “Come on move, or my Mistress will do it.”

His head lifted, revealing a muzzle with a draconic shape to it, with four orange eyes and groaned. Reaching out with one arm, he made a feeble clawing gesture in the direction of the black nest. “Can’t… too heavy…”

“Come on, just a little further. I’ll hook you up just the way you like it.” Stella urged softly, running finger tip over Zeke’s fluffy, antenna-like ear.

The bug dragon shivered, but nodded, dragging himself and his egg laden body the five feet remaining to the lip of the black nest.  As he gripped the edge, Tina strode through the door of the room carrying the insensate Angelica. The tour group followed closely behind. She stopped at one of the straw nests and looked expectantly at Stella.

“One moment Mistress.” Stella said, pulling a transparent tube from the wall as Zeke flopped into the cup of his nest. The tube ended in a lip of black rubber, Stella fit it over the tip of Zeke’s abdomen and pulled a lever. Machinery audibly whirred to life on the other side of the wall. Zeke shuddered, then his jaws scissored open in a silent scream as an egg slid into the tube. The wings buzzed individually as the tube itself pulsed in sync with his abdomen, each one adding an additional eggs to the tube.

“How many will he lay?” The half elf asked.

“Couple hundred at least.” Stella answered brightly, moving to the nest Tina awaited by, “Rate will slow down once he’s past the first fifty then he’ll have a long night.” Opening a small chest next to the nest, Stella pulled out several thick fleece blankets and laid them across the woven straw.

Tina gently lowered Angelica into the nest and placed her on her back. Stroking her short muzzle with a huge thumb Tina whispered, “There you are, now push pet.”

“Mrrowl…” Angelica groggily replied, opened her legs and everyone watched as the dome of a purple spotted egg pushed out between her thighs. Her spread wings gave a flap as it passed its widest point and her hands grasped her over full breasts. She gave a breathy sigh as the egg came free and opened her eyes. “One.” She smiled.

“Keep counting,” Tina urged Angelica, then turned to Stella. “Since you missed the start of the tour, finish it for me. Show our guests the milking room as their final stop.”

Stella blinked, her tail curling with uncertainty for a moment before she curtseyed. “Of course mistress.” Turning to the tour group, her tail burst into motion. “Follow me if you please.”

After politely pardoning her way through the center of the group, she walked backwards, leading them back out into the hallway. “As mistress Tina probably explained, the 3rd floor of the mansion contains the most magically active entertainments in the mansion. These include the kennels, the sculpture workshop, the green house, the coop, which you’ve just seen and our most popular room, the milking barn. Unlike Tipper’s workshops, which were stripped when the US government invaded, these rooms were left intact. They were probably deemed too dangerous to enter. We have yet to find anyone these rooms are unable to affect. We advise all voyeurs,” She winked, “be careful as touching anything can result in extended stays.”

“Are you saying we might go home and suddenly lay eggs?” The Cat tailed guest asked.

“Oh no Sir! Unless you’ve touched one of the nests, although if you’d had we’d all have known by now.” She grinned as she halted in front of yet another nondescript door. “Really the coop is the most polite of the rooms, there are reasons we don’t take tours through the sculpture workshop or the kennels. The green house is usually fine but when its feeling frisky you’ll get rooted for at least a month.” Stella giggled and blushed at her memories of her time as a dogwood.

“Anyway!” She clapped her paws together and beamed a smile out to her tour group. “This is the milking barn. Two of our very productive residents are using it at the moment so everything should be fine. Just stay out of the splash zone. If you decide you’d like to book a time you can speak with the Mistress.” Stella opened the door and the sweet odor of sweet cream near billowed out into the hallway. A low, lusty, “Mooooooo,” rolled out in greeting.

“Sis!” An identical voice to Stella called from the hallway and she bid the guests to enter before turning to greet an oncoming Steph. The husky muzzled sister howled as they embraced.

“You would not believe what the roo twins just did to a fan!” Steph said in an excited whisper that promised juicy gossip.

Stella laughed nervously, “I’m working!”

“It will just take a sec!” Steph insisted before burying her nose in her sister’s ear and whispered furiously as the last of the tour group went into the milking barn.

They walked by six empty holding stalls and stopped on the threshold to the wider space that held the pair of milking pens.

“I’m a goooood little Coooow Anonymoos69!” The smaller of the two occupants moaned, her thick tail arched over her back displaying her swollen slit at the tour group and a small webcam mounted on the rail of the stall. The long silver cups of the milking machine pulled on the four long teats of the heavy udder that hung between two ungulate legs. She panted into a microphone through a thick bovine muzzle. “I mooooke the best moooolk!” She claimed, reaching up with a feline front paw to bat at the bell that hung around her neck while her little dragon wings fleebly flapped. The large monitor that sat in front of her filled with hearts and chimes sounded.

“Good little cow.” The speakers pronounced robotically and the dragoncow shuddered, legs nearly buckling.

However a huge paw reached over the railing, extended a claw and tapped button on the oversized keyboard mounted on the wall of the pen. The live stream died and the dragoncow looked at it for a forlorn moment before slowly tilting her head upwards to gaze at the looming face of her pen neighbor, with a sleepy hurt expression. “Ruuuuude.”

The neighbor had no choice but to loom, a leonine sphinx nearly three times the size of Angelica, with huge wings that could touch either side of the entire milking barn without opening fully. Her humanity was sparse, remaining in the irises of her half lidded purple eyes, the long blond hair and huge breasts that each could contain the half elf with room to spare. The rest of her embodied feline power and grace. “We… have… guests.” She spoke each word in time with the pulse of the pump.

Her nipples, each wider than a human’s hand span, sprayed milk into cups that had been modified from clear plastic buckets.

“I was almoooooost done.” The Dragoncow stamped one of her rear hoofs with a soft clop.

“Its the rules…” The sphinx’s voice sank to a throaty growl, clearly enjoying bullying her smaller milk mate. Her long neck curled so she could gaze at the tour group and licked her chops hungrily. “Any among you have the balls to be my bull tonight?” She asked, lifting her tail to reveal a shining vagina nestled among the golden fur. “Or if you can’t handle me, I’m sure this little slut next to me would be happy to make you feel less inadequate. Kazard’s such a good cow. Good cow. The sluttiest little good cow.”

Kazard opened her mouth to protest but it turned into a long moo as the massive Sphinx called her a good cow. Her udder visibly swelled with each repetition of the phrase, bowing her legs outward. One by one the silver cups burst off the udder in a spray of pink milk, launching a fine mist of droplets into the air. No one noticed them drift over the tour group.

“Oops. Looks like Kazard’s also offering free milk samples.” Silas grinned.

“We’re just… observing today.” The half elf said with tightly measured breaths and an obvious tent in his pants and his eyes fixed at the dribbling milk.

“Very tempting.” The cat tail man drifted out ahead of the group, led by his nose which sniffed at the heady mix of milk and musk that floated through the air. He stepped in a small rivulet of milk snaking its way from Kazard toward the door, and didn’t notice the  pink sparks that raced up his leg. reached the sphinx and she purred as he touched the plush fur of her thigh. Her pussy waited, nearly a foot over his head. “Very tempting. And you smell so purrrfect. What’s your name?”

“Sila,” She grinned, lowering herself down so he could reach. “Come and have a taste.”

“Lee!” The half elf scolded, walking forward as if to grab his colleague, directly into the fine mist of milk. “We have other appointments today!” A sudden gurgle sounded in his stomach and he doubled over, clutching at his groin. “Oh no…”

“I’m clearing my schedule. I think we all are.” He gave Sila’s sex a long lap, to which the Sphinx rowled her approval. “It be rude to come all this way and not-” He made a little gesture and patted his thigh. A bull’s cock exploded through the fabric of his crotch. “-participate.” Then plunged his face into Sila.

“Muh—muh mooooo!” The half elf answered as he struggled with a swelling udder caught in the waistband of his pants.

Back in the doorway, Stella and Steph held hands as they watched the tour group succumb to the combined magic of Kazard’s milk and the room itself. Stella covered her mouth to hide her giddy smile while Steph wore her excitement openly.

“Oh this is gonna be a total mess.” Stella giggled. “We’ll have to get out the portable milkers, get fresh hay for the pens and tell the dairy to send at least one extra truck tomorrow.”

Steph howled and bounced on her foot paws. “Just another day at Elfford manor.”

“I love my life.” Stella hugged her sister and licked her cheek. “Have I said that today yet?”

“Nope! I love our life together too!” Steph squeezed back. “Come on, let's go get the Mistress and show her our new herd!”

“I hope this is what she meant by the final stop on the tour.” Stella let her go and they linked elbows.

“Treats if she did. Punishment if she didn’t. Win-win!” Steph’s laugh mingled with Stella’s as they skipped down the hallway.