A Game of No Hands Chapter 28

“How the hell are five rods of moon silver supposed to fix that?” Angelica peered over the lip of the seemingly bottomless hole in the middle of what had surely been an immaculate garden once. It had devolved into a thorny hedge jungle. Fortunately, the cards had helpfully provided the group with effective path clearing equipment in the form of Tina’s claws and strength. A single swipe of her chromed blades sliced through thick branches. Gnarled bushes that were too stubborn to yield to the Queen were sentenced to execution by uprooting, which she performed with gleeful cackles. Angelica, Steve and Steph followed in the wake of her destruction, making mental notes to not let those claws anywhere near their sensitive bits.

The perfectly circular, 30 foot wide hole had been bored down into a raised stone platform with large Greco-Roman columns sprouting from the corners. Enough angular rubble lay strewn through the garden to suggest that a peaked roof had once covered the platform and Angelica suspected it once resembled a small Parthenon.

“Wow,” Steph said as they knelt at the edge, “This must have been a lay line tap. A huge one.”

“What do you mean?” Angelica asked, wondering how much Steve knew about magic.

“Magicians usually harvest mana from magical objects that develop in places where ley lines, underground flows of magic, intersect. However, you can tap a ley line directly but it mucks with the magical ecology. I bet that's what this was,” Steph said.

“Merlin level talent, a stockpile and a font of magical energy, all controlled by single person who resisted the regulation of magic while hobnobbing with fey and dragons. During the height of the magic panic.” Steve nodded to herself. “No wonder the government raided them.”

Angelica picked up a stone shard and chucked it into the hole. It disappeared into the yawning blackness. After five seconds, she gave up listening for the sound of it striking the bottom. “If there’s a lay line down there, shouldn’t there be a blazing light or something down there? Ley lines are like magical rivers, right?”

Steph’s ears wilted, and they shrugged. “Dunno. We took a course on the foundations of modern magic when we were in college. It didn’t cover ley line geomancy. We didn’t take any more because someone decided magic would be a useless way to make money.” She glared at Steve.

“We tested near zero for magical talent. Knowing about magic without being able to use it is right up there with traditional burger flipping degrees like English and philosophy.” Steve protested hotly.

“Girls!” Angelica growled warningly, “Tone it down unless you want to get knotted.”

Steve winced and Steph cocked her head as if considering it before saying, “Not right now mistress, thank you for the offer but we’re still feeling… tender.” The pair gave Tina a significant look.

The currently domesticated Yeen Queen, buzzed guiltily but avoid commenting on where the blame lay on the sisters over stimulation. Instead, she cast her glowing gaze into the hole. “We are supposed to restore magic to the manor but its certainty not devoid of magic. Its still hidden from visitors. And the Jackalope couldn’t sense the interiors of the workshop or library.”

They all paused, hoping the Jackalope might appear to explain. He’d disappeared or wandered off while they’d cleared the path to the hole.

Angelica took a breath. “We’ve done all we can today. Lets go get some food from the car and then focus on making one bedroom habitable for tonight.” Tomorrow, she had some reading to do. Hopefully Sigourney Tipper’s magic basics course included stuff on Ley lines.

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Steve and Steph lost themselves in the sheer amount of cleaning involved in preparing a cavernous bedroom next to the one that had been Tipper’s residence, marginally fit for habitation. Be the time they could see a reflection in the room’s ogress sized mirror both of their lovers had retired. Angelica slept on the super king-sized bed with her head tucked under one wing, while Tina stood still as a statue with a thin cord extending from the tip of her tail plugged into a wall outlet. Steve hoped she was okay in there before they crawled into bed to cuddle against Angelica’s softness.

In the morning they were relieved to find the throbbing soreness of their pussy to be entirely absent. And even better! Their nether fluff brushed out perfectly using the head of broom so they didn’t even have to go find where the cat had slinked off to for a grooming. Steph thought she was probably laying her eggs somewhere private. Tina had also stepped from the room buzzing something about trying to find some power tools. Steve couldn’t spare a braincell for her lovers. Her mind got locked on a morning task that rarely took more than a few seconds, picking out what they would wear.

Last night they’d unloaded the contents of their suitcase into one of the four large freestanding perfect portal to narnia wardrobes. Now the wardrobe doors took effort to close it was so full of maidish fashion. That part didn’t surprise Steve, it had happened in the motels they’d stayed. Each time Steve had simply located the most conservative, traditional dress and pulled it from the rack. The choice was easy, it antagonized Steph, told Tina she’d failed to transform her entirely into a slut and let her pretend they didn’t have a ridiculous number of breasts. Today, even made sense to wear such a dress. They would probably need to do a bunch of actual cleaning. The kitchen needed a deep scouring to be useable and a long skirt would help keep the grime out of their fur.

And yet… Steve couldn’t bring herself lift that very sensible and still cute dress from the rack. Very much a Steve dress. Yet the question that kept circling her head as they stood there, staring into the clothing was: What would a Stella wear?

Stella sounded confident. A little old fashioned maybe, but unafraid of showing off. Not sexy cute like Steph. Boldly sexy. Elegantly flirtatious.

Steve let go of the dress and snagged a pair of fishnet stockings. Steph made a note of interest and approval but said nothing more as Steve slipped them over their foot paws and pulled them up. Yes! The diamond pattern revealed the curves of her legs while the fluff poking through hinted at the softness contained. A Stella would definitely wear those. Garter belt to hold them up. The stockings even had loops that slid between the toes so they didn’t rip around the claws. But a Stella wouldn’t prance around in stockings, ah yes there were shoes at the bottom of the wardrobe. Steve grabbed a tall shiny black boot/sandal thing. Both of them oooh when they discovered the laces that Criss Cross the front were actually a series of short straps that attached to a hook across the boot. Foot wear sorted, on went the red triple bra to support her upper breasts, walking around topless yesterday had been fun but had reminded her that the top three pair, which ranged from Double dangs and C cups according to the tags, needed a bit of support.

Definitely Stella shapely legs, the black stockings and leather contrasting with the snowy white fur. Shouldn’t hide legs like that, Steve grabbed a short skirted aproned dress from the rack and pulled it over their heads. Her cheeks heated with surprise when the high-waisted thing didn’t come down nearly as far as she had estimated. It didn’t even cover the straps holding up the stockings! At least two inches shorter than the pink skirt Steph had dressed them in yesterday. It had a tail slit at least so at least a wag wouldn’t flip it up, but it barely covered her butt. If she bent over just even the tinyest bit then anyone could see their cookie. Hell Angelica, with her newly four footed posture would probably get an eyeful so long as they weren’t sitting on their haunches.

The thought made a sensation of moisture slid along the lips of their pussy.

“Oh what are you thinking sister?” Steph asked, “I can tell its… Juicy.”

“Uuuh umm, Stella? Wait no.” Steve shook out her head. “I think the last card is making me do this.”

“Stella!?” Steph whispered excitedly, “Are you ready to change your name?”

“Not yet! I mean no.” Steve sputtered and looked down to see their red bra on full display. “Ah shit, forgot the shirt.” Trembling with her embarrassment, Steve set their body pawing for one of the many white blouses.

“You could just leave it. It's lacy.” She kissed Steve’s cheek. “It might induce our mistresses to play with our breasts more. We have so many.”

Steve considered the suggestion and then dismissed it. A Stella wouldn’t be so shameless she’d… paging through the tops, do that one! Swiftly she removed the dress, wriggled into the top and then pulled the dress down over it. There that was more proper Stella. Short puffy sleeves, a generous cleavage display with the red bra peeking out along the bottom. Easy to dismiss as a mistake, but it would draw the eye. Steve finished the look using their tentacles to pull back their hair through an elastic hair tie with a huge black bow. Steph opted for unbraided pigtails with smaller red bows. They topped the look with a pair of tiny lace caps.

Steeling herself for disappointment, Steve piloted them to the big mirror they’d polished last night and gasped “Oh god! Thats hot!” She’d convinced herself on the way over that she’d dressed them like a cheap sexy maid Halloween costume and while there were elements of that like the fetish short skirt, it all hung together. An outfit designed to show off their body without cloaking it in cute. Outrageous while still having that air of elegance even as Steve bit her knuckle and stared. Stella not Steve stared back, blushing furiously.

Steph took control of the limbs as Steve reel from the same swarm of emotions that she felt when Tina had first declared her to be Steph. Steph had been Tina’s creation but now she’d done it to herself! Her other half cycled their body through a half dozen poses. Stella, no Steve couldn’t take it. Overwhelmed, she looked away.

“Aww, sis, what’s the matter?” Steph asked. “They’re going to love this look.”

“Can we just move on?” Steve whispered, “Maybe get some breakfast?”

“Sure…” Steph smiled. “But then we get to be naughty doggos.”

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