A Game of No Hand Chapter 27

Angelica led the exploration without seeing the details of the myriad of rooms she poked her head into. Instead, her mind flicked from topic to topic. Plans for Tina’s next program jostled with concern about how effortlessly she padded between rooms. Her body felt so wonderful, the wings folded neatly against her long body banished their awkwardness, the weight of her breasts swaying on her chest felt soothing and right. In one bedroom, she spotted a comb and a bush. She stared at them for a long moment, fantasizing about being stroked from head to tail. Tina had brushed her a couple times while they were on the road and had nearly melted into a purring puddle. Now with her even longer spine, she feared it would slip her into that thoughtless sub space. She didn’t want to be a pet, at least not all the time, and she fretted about what the next card would bring. If she hadn’t given Steve the paw card, she’d be a cat with a humanish head now. One of those last two cards must effect her head, giving her the bite of jaguar, but how much would that affect her mind? What if she slipped into sub space, and never came back? The thought terrified and warmed her nethers at the same time.

“Are you okay?” Tina’s synthetic monotone jarred Angelica from her twisting worries. “I’m detecting agitation.”

Shaking her head, Angelica realized she’d paused the exploration, the majority of the rooms in along this hallway were sparsely decorated bedrooms, but this one was different. Gold and white tiles checkered the floor of a communal bathroom. Individual shower stalls ringed a central pool, its edges marked with thick straight timbers to form a hexagonal shape. It hadn’t met her expectation, so Angelica paused while her brain caught up.

Not answering the question, Angelica peered up at Tina in all her golden metal glory. The game didn’t seem interested in reducing her to a pet or servant. Every change made her stronger, powerful and more difficult to resist. She carried Steph and Steve as if they weighed nothing. Plus, Tina’s wonderful and frustrating ability to control the situation remained unshaken. It had been Tina who after months of flirting had started the relationship by booking a grooming for herself, yet it had been Angelica who wound up belly up on the grooming station.

Now, Angelica looked up into Tina’s red LED backlit eyes and smiled. “Just pondering my spotted life.”

Pink began to blink both in the depths of Tina’s eyes and around her femcock as it’s length swiftly withdrew into a long feminine slit. A whine like that of a charging capacitor sounded as the speed of the pink flashing sped up.

“Ang-g-geeelica!” Tina’s voice vibrated. With the pop of a flash bulb her shiny sex lit with a blinding neon pink. Tina staggered against the door frame, the red lights of her eyes flickering. “Fuck, was… that.”

“Very bright. Wonder if there’s a setting for that.” Angelica failed to contain her grin as she blinked, “I’m seeing spots.”

“Aaaaaa… #*!$*#&@@!” Tina’s scream broke into electronic noise as her sex lit the room with pink neon. She crashed down onto her knees with a heavy clunk and a spark crack of breaking tiles. Steve and Steph yipped belatedly, like over tired puppies.

“Hey don’t drop the girls.” Angelica mock scolded her as she surged over to nuzzle one of Tina’s arms then ducked down to lap at the golden fluid running down her inner thighs. Sweet like honey but it made the tongue tingle. The taste made her want more. She moved deeper into the room to avoid the temptation to dive between those metal legs. She looked down into the empty pool to find a mosaic of a jackalope at the bottom as she pondered if she could revoke cumming permission after she triggered the orgasm sequence.

Tina set down her burden and glared at Angelica back, “First to make it so I can’t come without permission and then you fucking do that to me?!”

“Oh its always about you. What if I want to talk about me and my lovely-”

“Angelica!” Tina screeched.

“-spots! Purple spots! Pink spots! Neon spots and black spots.” The cat bird continued. The room flashed as if there were a pink lightning storm at the doorway and Angelica admired the towering leonine shadow she cast against the back wall. Once the light show subsided, she turned to find Tina laying still on her belly, a spreading pool of glowing fluid puddling between her legs, eyes flickering like a struggling hard drive. Beside her, Steve and Steph sat against the wall, rubbing blearily at their eyes.

Tina made a soft beep when Angelica sauntered over. Her eyes whirred audibly as they focused. A fan kicked on somewhere within her circuitry. “Annnnnn…” She ground out through an ajar muzzle.

Pinching the maw closed with one hand, Angelica whispered into the soft silicon ear, “The words you're looking for are, ‘thank you mistress.’ By the way, those are an eight out who knows how high.”

The ear twitched and the eye glow steadied, they closed. Multicolored lights danced between her metallic eyelids. “Thank you… Temporarily designated Mistress.”

Angelica chuffed with amusement. It would do for now. Taking off her collar, she affixed around Tina’s neck. She had to widen it as far as it would go but it fit. “Now, that’s settled. Shall we continue our exploration?”

“Rebooting, 20 minutes until locomotion restored to one hundred percent.” Tina reported, voice ridged and robotic.

“So much for the tireless strength of steel and circuitry.” Angelica stepped over to nose Steve’s cheek. “You two up for a walkie?”

They responded by flopping against her, hugging her arm and burying their faces in her fur.

“So soft,” One of them murmured.

“That’s a no.” Angelica sighed, she glared at the dusty floor a half moment before giving in to the urge to roll onto her back. None of them were going anywhere for a little bit, might as well be comfortable. The husky maids executed a sleepy pounce, each head cuddling one of Angelica’s fluff covered breasts.

“These were… supposed to be… yours you know.” Angelica whispered, struggling against a sudden warmth that fell over her entire body. Stupid compulsion to like my boobs being used as pillows, she thought with zero actual anger and a purr rising in her throat. The world began slip into the halls of slumber, she vainly tried to keep her eyes open. She shouldn’t be tired, she’d slept on the way here and she hadn’t even gotten off yet.

“But your a cat now.” A little voice reminded her.

“Oh yeah, a cat nap works.” She told it and slipped into dreamland.

None of them noticed the Jackalope watching them from the top of the shower stalls as they rested.

He disappeared when the robotic Yeen Queen suddenly sat up a snoozle later. Tina looked at the napping cat and dogs, made the click-whirr of a camera shutter and settle back to wait, mostly motionless except for occasionally fingering her collar. Cat and dogs yawned out of there nap at about the same time.

While the pool had been drained, the showers worked. Angelica used one to dampen a towel and use that to remove some of the dust she’d been laying in. Unfortunately, she only thought to do this after experiencing her first hair ball. She hadn’t even noticed that she’d groomed all four of her dust covered paws until after she’d finished. Mentally she slotted quadrupedal as the second card she’d remove, listing it under the damn argument trigger.

Still sore from their mechanical pounding, Steve and Steph lagged some what behind Angelica and Tina as they explored the rest of the manor. The castle wing alone consisted of nearly twenty bedrooms, varying in size from tight servant quarters while several that had more square footage than Steve and Tina’s entire apartment. A staircase led up through the turret to a circular room that held an observatory complete with an artillery sized telescope. The ground floor consisted of a complete medieval kitchen, equipped with fireplaces and huge cauldrons was matched with themed banquet hall. While a blanket of dust covered everything that was the only indication that time had passed. Everything had been put in its proper place and left in an organized fashion. Anything perishable had been removed. The kitchen held not a crumb of food, moldy or otherwise. The decor remained subtle horny, lewd satyrs lurked in the fancy carving of the furniture, the pillows that lined the long benches in the hall were vagina flowers and knights in the mural were jousting with their own oversized horse cocks instead of lances. Still, beneath the dust it felt more as a display than a home.

The Victorian wing held more evidence of human habitation and far less careful preservation. On the ground floor scorch marks marred the intricate geometric patterns of the carpet and the deep burgundy walls bore puckered bullet holes. The damage cumulated at semi circle of shattered statues protecting a spiral staircase that led up to the second floor.

“This Tipper wizard person didn’t go quietly apparently.” Angelica observed as she peered at the statues, satyrs and centaurs. Their broken weapons were bows and swords, they didn’t appear to fair well against gun fire.

“A last stand?” Tina asked, peering up the stairway, beyond the first steps they bore no signs of the battle.

“Buying time.” The golden Jackalope appeared, sitting on the stair railing. “Delayed the federal battle wizards so everyone could escape. Then the great maker, Sigourney Tipper surrendered to the kill joys. So Sad.” He mimed taking off a nonexistent hat and holding it over his heart.

“You’re the game. Arn’t you?” Angelica asked.

“Kinda. When the game needed something for you all to chase, it made me! I just stuck around afterwards.” The Jackalope laughed. “Or maybe I just out ran it! Come on! You all takin forever to find the really good stuff.” With that, he raced upstairs and out of view.

“Wait!” Tina shouted after him. “We have so many questions!”

“Fast as fast can be! You’ll never catch me!” The Jackalope called back.

Angelica chuffed with annoyance but leaped over the statues and gave chase. The second floor had no signs of struggle. Stylistic art deco portraits of myths and gods perched between doors.

The Jackalope bounce up and down in front of a double ordinate double door. “Here’s the library!” Then zipped across the hall. “This was the maker’s bedroom!” Back across the dust covered carpet to a door that looked out of place in the Manor. Constructed of stout wooden planks and banded together with iron cross bars. It belonged in a dungeon, not among the artful elegance of the rest of the hallway. The Jackalope bounced with excitement. “And here! Here’s the workshop where Maker Tipper made all of us games!”

Watching the Jackalope warily, Angelica went to the door, reaching it as Tina finished tromping up the stairs.

“Open it! Open it!” The Jackalope clapped with eagerness. “Come on!”

“You’ll answer questions if I do?” Angelica asked, wrapping fingers around the handle.

“Sure! I’ll answer one question but I warn ya, I was literally born a few days ago.” The Jackalope nodded.

Good enough, Angelica thought and pulled the door open. Inside revealed large room with nothing except a massive brick forge at the far end wall of it. Charred detritus litter the iron plated floor.

“Oh no!” The Jackalope zipped into the room. “This isn’t right at all. There should be a mana anvil here.” He pointed next to the forge. Zipping to the corner “A stack of runes here. Summoning circle here.” Blitzing around the room he pointed out a dizzying array of nonexistent equipment that Angelica had never heard of. Finally, he ended in the corner closet to the door, long ears drooping. “And this… this was a cabinet where all the unfinished games were stored, the prototypes.”

Angelica padded up behind him and a scrap of charred paper with lettering on it caught her eye. Pinching it between finger and thumb, she held it up to her nose. No Hands, it read, same style of lettering as the side of the game box Tina had brought. Other titles fragments where nestled among the scattered among the ashes. Who’s a Donkey now? Full Moon Running, Super Realistic Cat Costume, were a few she could cobble together.

“They burned them all.” Angelica said, surveying the room. It was all scraps of paper and card board.

“Took the equipment?” Tina guessed from spoke the doorway.

“All the fun! Up in smoke?” The Jackalope stomped on the floor. “I’m hopping mad.” His eared suddenly perked. “Well, that’s gonna make completing your quest interesting if you got no equipment. Oh, breaking Antlers! Did they get the library too? Nyoom!” Shouting his speedy catch phrase, he rocketed out of the room between Tina’s legs.

Steve and Steph had just hobbled up to the top of the stairway. They barked as the golden blur zipped out of the workshop and disappeared through the double doors.

Tina hurried after it, only for Angelica to swerve around her legs, reach the doors first and throw one of them open. Immediately, the hallway filled with the musty scent of paper.

Angelica blinked as the sight of the library failed to meet her expectations. There were plenty of shelves, and in the center of it sat a comfy-looking recliner with royal red velvet upholstery, with tall floor lamp next to it. That all added up. The contents of the shelves made her pause, instead of being crammed with ancient leather-bound books or even books at all, D-ring binders filled the space, interspersed with them were stacks of paper held together with the occasional binder clip. Right beyond the reading spot lurked an ancient copy machine.

“You horny animals are lucky!” The Jackalope called from somewhere within. “The maker must have hid this from the goons.”

“What sort of magical library is this?” Angelica asked as she padded in, examining the shelves. All the binders, some plastic some cloth bound, where all marked with an index card stapled to their spine. Titles were marked in a barely readable scrawl. Experimentally she took off the shelf and found it entirely full of photocopies of what appeared to be an illuminated manuscript. “Did this Tipper not have any real books?”

“There’s a few!” Tina huge form pointed at an upper shelf that wasn’t visible from the doorway. A row of ten or so of plain leather-bound books with blank spines. Very carefully she eased one out and opened it. “It is a journal,” She pronounced after paging through it. “Seventy-eight probability of being Tipper’s personal journal.”

“Well its hundred percent probable I have pretty spots.” Angelica adverted her eyes as Tina nethers started to flash pink.

“Angeliiiiiii-” Tina’s voice froze up as the pink light filled the room and she staggered against the shelf. “-ca!”

“Oooh! Now I we’re seeing-” The perky side of the husky maid began.

“Steph! Be good!” Tina warned and then added in a pleading tone, “Not here. I’ll knock something over.”

“But we’re naughty doggies now.” Steph said and cheek bumped her sister, “Right Stevie?”

But the sister who bore their original name was too busy examining the binders and paper piles to pay attention to the flirtation. “This is amazing. Remember Tipper was one of the first wizards. Most of the books about magic were lost and destroyed. Those that survived were probably held by either the fey or dragons. And… Tipper or someone they knew convinced a bunch of those eldritch beings to let them make copies?” Spotting a sort of hallway that extended beyond the reading area to more shelves, Steve whistled. “In the 70s when they clamped down on magic, this might have been one of the most complete libraries on magic in existence at the time.”

Angelica and Tina stared at Steve as Steph blushed. “Way to totally show our nerd card Sis.” She said.

Steve laughed, manic shining in her brown eyes for once and licked Steph cheek. “Just because we’re compelled to wear a maid uniform and grew bewbs hasn’t changed the fact we’ve listened to a lot history podcasts commuting.”

“Hmpf.” Steph pouted.

Tina laughed, affection softening her metal face, “Think of all the podcasts you can listen to when you’re cleaning up this palace.”

Fear united their facial expressions as the pair contemplated that.

“I think we’ll need to clone them a few times first if they’re going to do that. Or maybe I can reprogram you to help.” Angelica rubbed up against the golden thigh. “Would you like that? If not I can make sure you do.”

“Uhhh, no mistress.” Tina’s body gave a small vibration and the red of her eyes lightened to pink.

“Speaking of the game, the bunny thing mentioned we’d need the library to complete the quest to bring magic to the manor. I don’t supposes there’s a starter guide to magic in here?” Angelica mused, rising up on her hind legs to peer at the stacks.

To everyone’s surprise, the Jackolope’s voice answered from somewhere in the stacks. “Finally a question I can answer! Come check this out!”

The disheveled and bare breasted husky maid ducked back into the stacks and Steph let out a howl of delight. “Ooooooh!”

“That’s… not what I’m talking about.” The Jackolope said.

“You think it works?” Steph gushed, the pair came back wheeling a polished silver upright vacuum cleaner. “Its so pretty. Lets try it out.”

“Steph…” Steve protested but she was apparently not in control of the legs anymore, still walking stiffly they bustled out of the room. “But magic!” The overruled head whined to no effect.

Tina and Angelica shrugged at each other, walked past three shelves to find a confused Jackalope sitting on a shelf filled with stacks neatly piled paper, binder clipped into bundles two inches thick.

“Okay, I have your attention now? Good.” The Jackalope puffed out his little chest. “May I present, The Change Master’s guide to beginning wizardry! A comprehensive guide to harnessing magic, nature’s most mysterious force for fun and profit!”

“Which one is it?” Tina asked, scanning up and down the shelves.

The Jackolope beady gold eyes blinked. “Which is what? This is it. The entire shelf. Its a correspondence course. The Master was going to put ads in the back of comic books and teen magazines. Only a rough draft, they never finished it.”

Tina took a pile from the top shelf and peered at the type written page.

Behind her, the corner of Angelica’s mouth up turned in a sly smirk as she said, “I revoke permission to cum.”

The lights of Tina’s body flickered, then steadied. “Angelica, I mean mistress. Why’d you do that?”

“Magic isn’t for toys. They’re for cats with spots.” She purred.

Nether’s flashing like pink strobe light Tina stumbled against the bookshelf and clung to it. “Oooooooooh!” He moaned, voice hissing with static.

Angelica rubbed the length of her body beneath Tina’s tail and buttocks. The volume of static increased as she did so. In front of the manuscript she arched her back and raised her fur.

“This is mine. If you wish to cum sometime in the next 20 hours, you’re going to promise not to touch it without my permission.” Angelica intoned with a throaty pure.

“I-I-I caaan h-h-help!” Tina stuttered, one hand clutched between her thighs as she vainly rubbed at her neon slit.

The tip of Angelica’s tail twitched, arousal stirring in her own body as she watched her lover struggle. Outside, the roar of a vacuum cleaner sounded along with a giggle. “That not what I want to hear.” She teased, “Shall we find out if this condition stacks?”

“Nooo m-m-mistress! I pro-pro-promise!” Tina slipped down to her knees, servos grinding.

“Good. Swear it on my Spotted tail.” Angelica turned and offer her thick tail to the vibrating Queen Yeen as the static grew into tortured digital squealing.

Four arms hugged the tail and Tina buried her muzzle in the tip. Pink sparks escaped heart shaped irises. “I sWWeAAr oN UR taAAAiL D-N-T thE fIlE!”

“Permission to come,” Angelica paused, watching Tina’s vibrations grow stronger. Steam started venting from slits along her hips before she took pity and finished the command. “Granted.”

“Gah!” Tina’s pussy flashed, but other than that, the orgasm had little drama. The vibration stopped. Her grip on the soft tail lessened somewhat and a bit of liquid gold dripped out between her legs.

Above them, the Jackalope laughed.

Easing her tail from Tina’s grip, Angelica rose to kiss that shiny cheek and lick the interior of the rubbery ear. “I’m the one who’s going to complete the next quest. Not you.”

“Then Steve will pick your card.” TIna spoke, her jaw syncing with the words only mid way through the sentence.

“Good point, I’ll have to make sure the dogs get some treats.” With a cheek rub, Angelica let herself fall down to all fours and peer up at the Jackalope. “Is there anything else we need to see?”

The bunny’s voyeuristic leer turned to a thoughtful expression. “Oh yeah! You gotta see the hole.”

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