A Game of No Hands Chapter 34

Steve and Steph pulled at their leashes when the scent of sizzling butter entered their noses. Someone was cooking! Cooking food!

“Heel you two.” Tina pulled them back with a gentle tug short of the door of the kitchen.

Whining, they pawed at the door handle, but it remained frustratingly out of reach.

“Patience. I can’t allow you two out of my sight for even a nanosecond.” Tina lowered her voice to a calibrated whisper, “I know it's overkill but that’s my program. If you want it changed bring it up with the mistress.” Still holding them in place, she slid up behind them and nosed between their heads. “Or do it yourselves. My button starts blinking in three hours, forty minutes and thirty seconds. I know you’ve always been good at pushing my buttons.”

The pair jolted at the suggestion. Program her? How, they hadn’t even seen her interface. Wouldn’t that make Angelica mad? Steve didn’t have long to ponder the implications, because Tina reached beyond them to open the door.

Angelica stood on her hind legs, bent awkwardly over the gas range, one hand braced on the counter besides the stove. With her other hand gripping a spatula she prodded at something in a frying pan. On the counter nearby sat a large basket piled with pink and purple speckled eggs. She turned with a smile and in it, Steve saw a flash of the woman she’d seen before the game began. The smile that hinted at the panther.

“Oh! I guess those cute noses arn’t simply for show. I’ll put more eggs on, I’m afraid they’re coming out a bit scrambled.” She said. “This counter is just a little high for four foots.”

“Do want me to take over Mistress?” Tina asked as she shepherded Steve and Steph into the room and shut the door. “I am ninety-nine percent certain I can fry the eggs correctly. Probability raise to ninety nine point nine if you crack the eggs for me.”

“I could use your assistance, but,” Angelica nodded, her smile turning sly as her eyes shifted to Steve and Steph. “Have those two been well exercised?”

Steve let out a sharp bark and panted hungerily. Steph whined and pawed at the leash.

“Thoroughly exercised Mistress, although they did just wake up from a nap. Cerberus’s batteries don’t last forever.” Tina said.

“Very well. Let them go and come here. Trainer mode off.” Angelica said.

Tina swiftly unclipped the leashes.

United in thought and action, Steve and Steph hurried across the huge kitchen. They retrieve a plate from a large stack and holding it between their oversize paws presented it to Angelica. Their thick fluffy tail wagging behind them as they whined and pouted.

Angelica gave a tiny gasp, then shook herself and forcing her face into a stern expression. “Since when do you think pets should eat before their mistress?”

But hungry! Steve and Steph both widened their eyes and whimpered, looking between their spotted mistress and their very empty plate.

“Oh those puppy eyes!” Angelina touched her heart as if it hurt before jabbing her spatula into the frying pan and lifting out a scramble lump of buttery egg. Its greasy surface shined like a glob of heaven itself as it was deposited on the pristine white plate. “Now you share like good girls.” Angelica chided.

The pair nodded once and then fell on the egg like a pair of rabid weasels, gobbling it up in seconds and the licking the remains of each other’s faces. Angelica watched with raise brows as Tina came up behind her.

“They haven’t spoken since they woke up. Maybe we shouldn’t trigger them for a bit. Let them come back.” Tina suggested.

“Oooh,” Angelica gave a thoughtful purr, “Is that so? Maybe its simply that Good Girls only speak when they are told to.”

Steve felt that familiar shiver of excitement and looked up at Angelica expectantly. They offered up their licked clean plate as the meaning of the conversation wound through their mind. It wasn’t so much they couldn’t speak but words were simply too much effort at the moment.

“AngelicaaaaAaaA…” Tina’s voice started stern but glitched apart as Angelica reached up to stroke the underside of the golden jaw.

“I think you’re out of line… toy.” Angelina said, tracing the back of her fingers down Tina’s throat, as her mouth fell open. “I’ll play with both my toy and my pets the way I see fit. Understand?”

“Yeeeezzzzzz Mizzztrezzz.” Tina buzzed, her eye’s flickering.

“Good toy.” Angelica tapped the golden skin with two finger pads twice.

Tina shivered and the front of her furry dress tented. Angelina reached out to pet the fabric over the straining dick.

“So nice of you to wear something so soft. You’ll be great floor mat. Furniture mode on. Down on ground, tits and dick up.” Angelica purred as Tina sunk to the ground to obey, laying down in front of the stove. Licking her chops Angelica bent to rub first one cheek and then other against Tina’s tent pole. “Congratulations toy, this breakfast is going to have desert and its you. But first,” She looked over to Steve and Steph who still held out their plate hopefully. “Other needs must be met.”

She stepped up onto Tina’s belly and sat, that brought her shoulders above the countertops but only barely. By moving northward and resting all her weight on Tina’s silicon tits that brought her high enough to use both arms with no need for stabilization. After a moment of eyeing the eggs and the rapt huskie girls, she cracked three eggs into the pan. “Good thing Tina’s not eating right now.” She said conversationally as she fried up the eggs. “Counting the eggs we’ve only got a few more days of food for the three of us.”

“Wuff!” Steve commented.

“Piz-za!” Steph added, then smiled proudly.

Angelica looked over at Steph sharply. “Aww, I’m sorry, but I don’t think ordering anymore pizza is a good idea. The less people who know we’re here the safer we are.”

Steph whined sadly.

Steve thought back to the partially vixenified pizza guy. Would he even take another order here? And if he did, would he prefer his tip with or without the magic plums?

“Don’t be sad, you're good girls. Your mistress will take care of her good girls.” She stabbed the spatula down through the eggs to cut the contents of the pan in half. “Now bring me your plate like good girls.”

Steve and Steph wobbled a bit under the weight of all the rapid praise but managed to present their plate without stumbling.

“What do you say?” Angelica asked as she lifted a huge egg from the pan.

Steve reached for the word but found them even further away and gave a sharp bark instead. Steph echoed her sister after a moment of pressed lips.

“Good girls!” Angelica cooed and dished out the prize. Either of them noticed her rear paw resting on Tina’s throat every time she spoke. Once the huskie pair had consumed their second egg, Angelica served herself and took her plate to the table, commanding Tina to serve as her chair. While she ate and made loud commentary about how much she enjoyed the new upholstery, the huskie girls started cleaning up. Slowly though, they stared at the handles on the faucet a long time before remembering how to turn it on. It was all there but distant somehow. Yet, they had plenty of time. While the mistress ate her meal only slightly slower than they did, she took her time on her dessert. Filling the kitchen with caterwauls as she impaled herself again and again on her chair’s massive femcock.

Steph and Steve eyed their mistress’s juicy red cock as their own sex tingled in sympathy. While their spade still ached with satiation, their tongues were eager for a bit more cream. Yet the mistress told them “No. Good girls stay.” Sulking, they returned to cleaning. Surely afterward the Mistress would let them get a few licks in? Especially if she passed out.

Yet, Mistress did not pass out in a puddle of Tina’s golden cum, although there certainly was a puddle of it. Instead, the chair collapsed first, falling into a sparking, hissing mess. Tina’s open eyes displayed static. Angelica dragged herself off Tina’s cock and looked to the huskie girls with hooded eyes. Steph and Steve perked up from where they’d been watching besides a forgotten mop and bucket.

“wuff. Misstress?” Steve sputtered, words were in reach again. They felt odd on her tongue.

“Need… Tongue help?” Steph asked, her eyes rooted on Angelica’s still half mast cock as she stood and breathed, the softly glowing spunk still dripping from her slit.

“Oh my good girls,” Angelica said with a slow smile. “Lets try a different game.

“REBOOTING IN PROGRESS.” Tina announced.

Angelica threw back her head and laughed, “You do that Queenie. Take your time at it. I wanna see how good girl our good girls can get.”

Steve barked in confusion, they were good girls. They just were.

That made Angelica laugh even more, a deep snicker that had a stripe of meanness to it as she pulled something form a bin that had held some of the food during the road trip. She threw it against the floor and it popped back up into the air. A word leapt across the distance that its fellows dwelled at.

“Ball!” Steph and Steve shouted as one their body suddenly danced with boundless energy.

A small blue racket ball to be specific. Tina preferred them to tennis balls because they were easy to clean. They watched their sphinx like mistress bounced it rhythmically against the floor, eyes rooted upon it.

Bounce. Bounce.

“Do my good girls wanna play?”

Yeah. Steve and Steph nodded.

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

“Only good girls get to play with the Ball. Are you the best good girls?”

They barked in answer. They were good girls. Of course they were. As their world narrowed, they sank down into a squat, their thighs lifting the front of their dress and thoughlessly revealing their sex. All the while, holding their front paws in front of them in a begging pose.

Angelica caught the ball and licked her lips as she looked the panting pair over. “Well that’s a pretty picture.”

Steve and Steph simply barked, their excitement driving their tail into a blur of motion. Their thoughts united in a single cheer, throw ball! Throw ball!

The hand holding the ball raised into the air. Steph and Steve tensed, tail stilling.

“Fetch!” The mistress cried as she threw the ball!

Steph and Steve jumped up and swung a paw, attempting to swat the ball from the air. Missed. They rose, turned, ran after it with paws outstretch. The ball hit the wall and bounce back at them. Diving, they clapped both paws down on it, but it sprang free, bouncing back towards the wall. Their knees made the floor shake as they impacted with a solid thud. The pair felt no pain as they scrambled after their quarry, chasing it until they finally trapped it against the wall.

“Good girls!” The mistress sang and happiness flooded through them.

They done it! They gotten the ball! Howling with truimph, they sandwiched the ball between their paws and stood.

“Okay! Bring it back. Good girls, bring the ball back so I can throw it again.” Mistress said, extending her hand.

They hesitated, pondering if they wanted to share the ball they had just gotten but they were good girls and good girls brought balls to the mistress. With a proud prance they walked over to the mistress and dropped the ball into her waiting hand.

The Mistress exploded in praise. “Good girls! Such good girls!” Adding in cheek rubs and kisses with her rough tongue. The pair basked happily within it, not the hearing the pop of their hips as they squatted down, this time deep enough for the pads of their paws to rest on the floor.

“I think we need a more room.” The mistress said, “Lets go out into the hallway.”

Whatever, Steve gave a sharp bark.

“Awowowo!” Steph added, just throw.

Despite these entreaties, the pantheress popped the ball into her own mouth and carried it out of the kitchen. Steph and Steve followed her sinuous four legged gait bipedally, although their posture now hunched forward. Outside, Angelica centered herself in the hallway and turned in the direction away from the foyer. The manor stretched on an absurdly long way before ending in a pair of double doors they had yet to explore past. Midway down it lay the stairway where Tipper had surrendered, if you trusted the word of a jackalope.

Angelica stood up on her hind legs, keeping her paws and ankles flat against the floor for stability as she wound up her throw as if she were pitching a baseball. “Go long Good girls.” She grinned, despite a slight tremble as she maintained the pose.

Bouncing with excitement, Steve and Steph stepped further back from their mistress.

“Fetch!” Angelica shouted and launched the ball over their heads. They turned immediately to run after it, missing Angelica’s over balancing immediately after the pitch, narrowly catching herself to avoid a total face plant. The ball itself hit the ground ten feet behind Steph and Steve but they weren’t quibbling, rushing toward with their happy barks echoing down the hallway. The plush carpet swiftly robbed the ball of its momentum, barely making it halfway to the ruined statues before the pair captured it between their paws and carrying it back to the mistress.

“Good girls! Such good girls! Go fetch!” Mistress took the ball and immediately threw it again. This time lobbing it nearly to point they’d captured it the first time.

Steph and Steve made it one, two and three stride before a trip pitched them forward, falling onto their front paws, yet they didn’t stop moving. Rather, their dull claws dug into the carpet and launched them faster down the hallway. Wind rushed over their ears and fur as they shot after the ball with exhilarating speed. They swiftly over ran it, futile snapping at it as passed beneath them. Over balancing, they tumbled heads over tail and slammed into the stone legs of a headless satyr with twin yelps.

“Meuuw! Careful!” Angelica called out to them as they got back up onto all fours and shook out their body. Ignoring their mistress’s cries of concern, they searched for the most important thing, the ball!

There it was, rolling back from the base of a statue. How dare it try to escape. The pair pounced, Steph shoved Steve to the aside and claimed it for herself. Turning so Steve couldn’t even lick it. Steve could only whine with the unfairness of it all as they carried it back to the mistress.

On each throw they ran even faster, the walls blurring as did the Misstress’s words except for the important ones. Ball, fetch and good girls. Everything else didn’t matter. The mistress was happy. They were happy as their noses pushed up into the bottom of their vision and their jaws got better at grabbing the ball. Sometime they could even both hold the ball at the same time! They were such good girls, good sisters, the mistress said so. And they had such cute muzzles, whatever those were.

Best life, best run, best ball. Steve and Steph played as hard as they could. Until, panting, breath heaving, they laid down and ignored the mistress’s please to bring back the ball. Thier ball now. Misstress couldn’t have it, carefully they placed it between their paws and took turns gnawing on it.

Mistress approached, purring and smelling of sexy. They hide ball under breasts. The mistress happy laughed, praised and pet. Feel good. The sisters let their heads rest on their paws and let sleep come.

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