A Game of No Hands Chapter 30

“Heheheheh, I don’t know what you were expecting… Mistress,” Tina’s electronic voice chuckled. “Huskies get rambunctious when they’re not exercised.”

Angelica squinted over her mug of coffee at Tina’s as she stood near one of the kitchen’s large windows that open out onto the garden. The now midafternoon sunlight glinted off her polished metal body, her ruby accents glowing along with the red sequined dress she wore. Other than the dress having lost a few sequins here and there, Tina stood nearly immaculate. In contrast, Angelica looked like she’d been through a partial wash cycle and flash dried. A blanket lay across her shoulders as she sat uncomfortably on a pack of frozen peas. The disheveled panthress’ tail swung back and forth like an irate serpent.

After a long stare, Angelica huffed, “You didn’t need to join in! We were almost done.”

“Oh but Steph and Steve’s tentacles were all tuckered out and the noises you made when I slid in certainly sounded like an invitation.” Tina voice crackled and Angelica’s played out from between the Yeen’s jaws, “Oooooooh! So big! Mrrrewl! Yes!”

Angelica huddled down as her tail curled around her body. “You didn’t need to pound me for a solid hour.”

“I stopped when you told me to stop. Mistress.” Those four arms crossed, and Tina lifted her chin.

“M-maybe we should program a safely protocol in then?” Steve suggested in a meek squeak. They sat, pert and correct except for the splayed open legs. An extra large mug of coffee sat on table in front of them. After they’d woken from their fuckathon induced coma ten minutes ago Steve had been blushing nonstop. Steph's small smile spoke of satisfaction as she kept her own council.

Angelica smiled with such force that even the colors of her spots seemed to brighten. “Oh thats a wonderful idea. Toy, come here and turn around.”

The large mecha hyena woman swiveled on the huskie maids and barked, “Steven!”

They flinched and Steve whined guiltily, “You’ve bruised all of us with that piston you got.”

“Hey, don’t you bite their heads off! Steve is a good girl.” Angelica countered, “Its you who are due for adjustments. Now come here.” She made a typing motion with her fingers.

Tina’s eyes turned cool blue as she took a step backwards. “Perhaps Mistress should wait until after she’s eaten? Steve always said its never good to program on an empty stomach. How about I come back after you biologicals have refueled.” With that she gathered her skirt and fled out the door, giving them all a view of the flashing red button on the back of neck.

“Orgasm permission denied!” Angelica shouted as the door slammed shut. Then she laughed to herself, “Oh dear, playing hard to get my big runaway robot?” Grinning, she looked to Steph and Steve, “Nothing like a little hunt before food?”

Steph’s head snapped up. “Did the Pizza order go through? You mentioned ordering earlier but then…”

“Always hungry for something arn’t you Steph.” Angelica sighed and swiped at the surface of her phone, that sat on the table and peered down at the screen. “It did go through. I can’t imagine them getting through the glamor. Kinda forgot about that part. Here.” She slid the white sparkle Sphone across the table at the husky twins. “Code’s 3720. If my little hunt lasts a while you can complete the order once they drop it on the door step. And don’t worry Steve, I will not be any meaner than she is to you.” She rose off her ice pack with a wince, then slowly sauntered out the door after her prey.

“Oooh, Tina’s gonna get it now.” Steph giggled softly once the thick purple-pink spotted tail had disappeared from view.

“Guess so.” Steve mumbled, leaning them down to lap at the coffee. Her thoughts kept replaying their seduction of Angelica this morning. It had been Steph idea, of course but it had been her, Steve driving their body. Her idea to grab the pillow bed in order to lower Angelica’s vantage point and do the slow clean that had snapped Angelica’s restraint. Then they’d claimed the knot together, knowing it would thwart Angelica’s plans for the day. Not that Steve had any objection to Angelica being the one to figure out the puzzle of restoring magic to the manor. It just felt so good to be… irresistibly naughty. But it wasn’t that realization that kept her cheeks on high heat. Guilt drove her flush, guilt from watching Angelica blame Tina most for the episode. Amusement at Angelica’s getting a taste of her own bruising medicine. Which then fed into the guilt.

Steph snuggled up to Steve’s cheek. “And what are you thinking about that’s getting us so wet?”

“N-nnothing..” Steve demurred.

“Sister,” Steph pressed the pads of her paw against the red lips of their shared spade, squeezing fem juice from the swollen slit. The naughty doggo card had enlarged it to the point that even their clumsy paw could manipulate it easily. Rubbing it with vigor the pair whined and pressed thier heads together. Steph gasped, “This isn’t- nnnnothing Steve! T-Tell me!”

“N-no! Its n-naughty. Its just the cards making me want it!” Steve whined. Her own paw reached inside their blouse to run their soft pads over their nipples which had receive zero attention all day.

“I’ll show you naughty!” Steph extended their tentacles down to their loins and drove them deep with expert precision. The pair shared an orgasm that made them howl to the ceiling. That freed her paw to grab Steve’s cheek and pull it inwards. Their necks weren’t designed for the motion and both felt the strain of over extension as their black lips met each other’s and locked in a kiss.

Steve’s eyes flew open in surprised as she tasted a hint of cherry on her sister’s tongue. Yet pleasure swiftly overwhelmed her shock. Each controlled, their tongues anda tentacle within a shared pussy. They jousted, twisting around and within their body. Ecstasy rolled between them until their lungs burned for breath. They broke the kiss with a shared gasp for breath. Pain blossomed in their necks.

“Ow.” They exclaimed and reached up to rub at the hurt with identical motions.

“Why do you taste like cherry?” Steve asked.

“Why do you taste like lime?” Steph echoed with giggle. “So I should wear red lipstick and you wear green?”

“Maybe! Do you think it would look cute?” Steve giggled as well.

“I think Stella would rock the look.” Steph leaned close for a sassy cheek rub.

Steve wilted at the name and pulled back. “No. Not yet. I’m not her.”

“Fine, be a Steve who just fucked her sister. It don’t get much naughtier.” Steph grinned.

Steve yipped in protest before slinking down, her cheeks and ears burning all over again. “The cards…” She whined.

“Fuck the cards. Tell me what you were thinking about.” Steph demanded.

Taking a deep breath Steve bit her lip for a moment before speaking, “You pounced Angelica too early! I had so many other things I wanted to try. We could have served her a drink and done that look down my cleavage bend or maybe act like we went all dog brain and hump her leg.” Steve buried her face in a paw. “Why am I suddenly the world biggest slut?!” Yet their tail wagged hard.

The phone in front of them binged before Steph could comment.

“Pizza!” Both of them near shouted and fumbled for the phone. They didn’t unlock it but managed to view the alert screen which declare that their pizza pies were on its way! Neither had eaten much all day and the thought of cheese, bacon and pepperoni swiftly had them salivating. Clutching the phone they hurried out into the hallway and towards the front door. They passed dozens of portraits that formed the primary decor of the wing they had taken up residence in. All of them of greek gods, goddesses and other greek monsters. Yet they all had a familiarity that revealed itself in the small plaques at the bottom of each painting. All read, S. Tipper as _______ where the blank was the subject. As Steve and Steph walked by the leering painting of S. Tipper as a leering Zeus, they realize that top pair of breasts had escaped their top and paused in front of a mirror in the foyer to put them back.

“Hey not bad!” Steph declared as she smoothed out their skirt. Despite being knotted to Angelica for several hours and then spending several more passed out on the floor of the library, their outfit had held up. Their stockings had a few runs in them, the fur between their thighs needed a brushing and their hair bows had gone missing, but otherwise they remained a cute double headed dog girl in a way too short maid uniform. “Good enough for the pizza boy right?”

“Sure.” Steve said, again finding it difficult to look at their reflection. “Its probably not a boy, you know. Its probably some middle aged person who hates magic. We should probably just watch for the pizza through the window and not let them even see us.”

“Nonsense.” Steph said as she directed their feet towards the door. “This is our house now. Anyone coming close is getting at least an eyeful of the beautiful maid who vacuums these stupidly wide halls.”

“Our House?” Steve yelped. “We can’t live here!”

“Why not? This Tipper wizard person is dead, and even if they somehow came back, this place needs some maids on staff. Cleaners keepers, I say.” Steph said as they pushed open the giant front door and stepped out between the columns of the great porch. Birdsong greeted them the fornicating fountain statuary shined in the sunlight.

“I doubt the government will see it that way.” Steve grumbled. “And we’d make a lot more money if we went back to programming.”

“Hmm, I dunno sis. I bet the salary for maids that clean cocks as fast as we can is higher than you think.” Steph laughed and licked Steve’s cheek. “All the husky maid card are permanent now. Remember?”

Steve shook herself and huffed. “We just have to win the final contest.” Crossing their arms, they leaned against on the pillars and looked out at the gate beyond the fountain. One side of it remained open.

“That will be difficult without my help. So maybe we should decide just how we’ll use that boon.” Steph said.

“For starters, we’ll get our hands back.” Steve ventured.

“Uh huh, oh hey! Think those are edible?” Steph pointed off the side the porch where a large tree grew. Purplish blue fruits hung in clusters among the small green leaves.

Steve smiled, saved by Steph’s doggy attention span and focused on the fruits. “I dunno? Are those… plums?”

Investigating further, stepping off the porch and staring up into the branches they found the fruits were the color of plums not the shape. Rather they weren’t any consistent shape at all. Perfect cubes hung in one cluster, another were long, twisted into spirals and the third cluster looked round, they sported two points each, like the ears of a fox or cat.

“Weird.” Steve cooed.

“Cool.” Steph echoed, using a tentacle to pull off some of the pointy ears ones that were among the lower hanging fruit. Somewhat compulsively, they started to gather the fruit, using their tiny apron to hold them. They had a small pile built up when the sound of gravel crunching beneath tires entered their ears.

“Pizza!” they barked and abandoned their fruit to rush back onto the driveway.

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