A Game of No Hands Chapter 25

The gold gilded door that waited between the marble columns was huge, as if sized for someone fourteen feet tall. A brass knob nearly the width of a soccer ball sat at eye level while a life-sized bull’s face possessed a nose ring that served as a door knocker. Tina stepped into the lead, and no one objected when she reached up and swung the knocker three times.

Each strike made a thunderous boom. Yet the only answer came from the raucous caws from a flock of crows that fluttered down into the courtyard to land on the fountain’s frozen. Everyone shifted uncomfortably beneath dozens of one eyed glares. After suffering beneath the crow’s attention for several moment, Tina reach out and gripped the knob. She paused before turning, relishing the sensation of closing her fingers around something actually sized for her hand. Then, with a twist, she pushed the door.

It creaked like it was auditioning for a horror movie, a near squeal.

“Hello?” Tina called into the darkened interior. “Declare thyself! Heheh.”

No one answered her perked ears, so she took a step inside, fingers bent to present her claws, and tail held high, not in the invitational manner of her pets but ready to whip around and strike a threat. A sniff brought her only a snoot full of dust. She sneezed. As she ventured deeper, her eyes adjusted, and she found herself in a grand foyer, a wide staircase stretching out before her up to the landing, flanking elegantly curved banisters. Her toes told her she stood on carpet but there was no telling the color beneath the thick layer of dust that lay over every surface.

With a soft clack, dazzle light flared from a crystal chandelier high over head. Tina gave a “Nak!” of alarm and threw a hand up to protect her eyes.

“Sorry!” Came the now familiar refrain from Steve and Steph. Turning to the voice, Tina found the pair fiddling with an entire panel of light switches beside the door, pawing at a round dimmer switch. Tina gave an annoyed laugh before relaxing from her I will fuck you up stance. If any living soul resided in this place, they were not coming to greet them. Only ghosts would tolerate this much dust.

In the light, more details became clear. The foyer had quite a few windows, but they were all covered with heavy black or red curtains. The banister railing that so elegantly curved up to the second floor was supported by posts that resembled animal penises. It was somewhat subtle but once she recognized the spines along some of their lengths and the knots at the base of others, it became impossible to unsee.

“Creepy and horny.” Tina laughed to herself. “If this place has ghosts, they have tentacle cocks.”

“I’m not okay with that.” Angelica took her first tentative steps into the building, wings closed protectively around her body as her nose wrinkled. “Yuck, the dust has dust in here.”

“Glad we brought servants. Steve and Steph will have this place spic and span in a few hours.” Tina gave an airy laugh, reached out, pull the pair close and kissed Steve’s cheek. “Eager to start our good girls?”

Both shivered with the trigger word and quailed at the sheer magnitude of dirt before them. “Uuuh sexy fetishes aside Tina,” Steve said, “This place needs a lot more than feather duster can handle.”

“Yeah,” Steph agreed, “Unless this place has whole house vaccuum, we’ll need a snowplow. We’ll need help, regardless.” She looked at Angelica who frown at the prints everyone left on the floor.

“Don’t look at me!” Angelica hissed. “Ask someone who doesn’t have an oral compulsion. Every mote of dust I get on me I’ll wind up licking off if I’m not careful. I hope the hot water works.”

Tina snorted and rolled her eyes, “We have a grand mansion to explore and all you three can see is the dust!” In her mind, she had already claimed this place as the start of her realm. “The cards must be here somewhere. Perhaps we need to fetch the moonsilver from the car to complete the quest?”

A soft sizzle and a pop answered her question. The left side of mezzine at the top of the stairway went dark, while the right brightened.

“That way then!” Tina declared and began to ascend the stairway, pushing aside troubling questions about the house’s ancient electrical systems. Really, the house had disappeared from the earth for fifty years. The fact it had electricity at all raised dozens of questions. She hope the answer was magic, the prospect of dealing with a half century of unpaid electrical bills did somewhat cool her eagerness to take control of the house.

Steph, Steve and Angelic followed with more careful steps. A hall of irregularly spaced doors stretched out down the length of the wing. Midway along its length, the wood panel decor gave way to stone brick work. Among the near two dozen doorways of possibilities only the second door on the left lay open. It cast a shaft of light into the hallway and dust motes dances within it. An inviting beacon. Tina answered its call and found the deck waiting for them. It sat in the middle of octagonal table covered in green felt in the center of a room clearly dedicated to games of chance and skill. The table sat beneath a skylight of stained glass, festoon with dice and cards. “Life is but a Gambit. Wager wisely.” Advised two ribbons at the top and bottom of the design, born in the talons of crows. The poker table was the only piece of furniture uncovered by a white sheet and pushed to the edge of the room. The red rectangle of carpet had room for eight more of the poker tables. Tina smelled the ancient stink of tobacco and sweat, imagining a raucous chorus of suited men and gowned women gathered here. Other games lay beneath the sheets, longer forms of what had to be roulette tables and perhaps craps? Tina couldn’t help but wonder what the stakes had been.

The dust had been pushed back, forming a ring around the table that Tina stepped over. Silently, they each took a seat at their respective player decks.

“I guess we made it,” Angelica said, pulling her tail into her lap and stroking it as she eyed her cards.

“Finally!” Tina reached toward her deck.

“Wait.” Steph held up a paw. “We have a card to play first.” Their other paw reached into their cleavage and pulled a single card pinched between two digits. With a flick it flipped down and settled next to their deck. A gold spark leaped from the card to the Husky Maid deck and both sisters gave an involuntary shudder. “This card gives us a point every time we play a card on ourselves.” Steph said with a sunny grin.

Steve frowned, her ears wilting. “But it makes every husky maid card permanent and we lose one of our three removals at the end of the game every point we get.”

“Permanent?” Tina’s muzzle split to show toothy eagerness. “Stevie! Are we getting comfortable in that dress?”

“N-no! Just this way we might win.” Steve looked down at the table. “If get we the boon then we could undo it all if we wanted.”

“Or become even kinkier! Regardless, we’re back in the running!” Steph gave a brief howl of excitement and bounced their body in their seat.

Angelica cocked her head, “Where did you get that?”

“The Jackalope came back while we were driving,” Steve explained. “He gave us the card and then gave us directions here.”

“Told us to drive right into a tree trunk.” Steph cheek nuzzled Steve, her voice swelling with pride. “And this crazy bitch did it!”

Tina gave a snort and gave an imperial toss of her head, “Stupid Mario Party catch up mechanics. We declare that to be lame.”

“I’m cool with it!” Angelica hefted her breasts, “I’ll keep my maidly pillows and as a bonus the sisters are an undefended. They’ll take change we don’t want! If they want a point that is.”

A card flipped from the deck with a bit of distant laughter, then a small pile of about ten or so cards slid out from the middle of the deck. The new cards were purple with a sparkly font that read “Modifier.” Tina, ears still flicking with her annoyance leaned forward to read the card. “Round 3: The Modifier deck is unlocked! After the turn is played, the player who contributed most towards the completion of the turn’s quest may discard one change and draw three modifier cards. The player to their left decides which one will be played on the player. The player keeps the other two for the final contest. Modifier cards only last one turn but are very… impactful.”

“We can remove something?” Angelica lit up.

Tina giggled and bared her teeth in pure smugness. “There is no way you contributed the most to getting us here kitty bird. Clearly it will go to rightful ruler of this family.”

“It could be us.” Steph said, sitting up and wagging their tail.

“We did the majority of the driving and it was our aunt who got us the moonsilver.” Steve started to extend one paw toward the new deck.

A wall of Tina’s fingers blocked the paw. “And who made you call your aunt after you both delayed nearly a day. Who found us a tail friendly seat? Shall we really count the hours driven?” She glared in challenge at both Steve and Steph.

Neither met her eyes, “No your highness.” They answered in unison.

“Nak nak nak.” Tina laughed with feral delight as she slowly pulled the deck toward herself. “Good girls.”

Angelica chuffed and crossed her arms, “What do you even need to get rid of anyway?”

“You shall see. Now,” she tapped her own Yeen Queen deck. “First turn of a round. We play this on ourselves yes?”

Slowly the others nodded. After all, there were no pointer tokens present. With a single finger she slid the top card from her deck and flipped it over with a claw. She grinned at the illustration of the Yeen Queen flexing her spotted biceps and read “The Mighty Monarch!” outloud. The change hit like a ton bricks. The surface of the table shot away from her and everything else surged outward. Thick cords of knit around her shoulders and torso as her body grew to finally fit her massive limbs. Giggling madly, she stood on legs thicker than telephone poles as she gaze down on her pets from the height of over seven feet.

Next to her Angelica mewled in distress. “Oh come on, you’re even bigger! I got down with bipedalism! I- Aaaaarrrrrrowl!” Opening her mouth to release a roar, she grabbed hold of the table as she bent forward. Muffled cracks escaped her thickly furred back as her spine lengthened. Grinding her head against the table to push against the pain she kicked her stool away. Only once her torso had doubled its previous length did the change move her to her limbs, thighs folding up into feline haunches as her entire lower body lost its last trace of humanity. Panting, she pushed away from the table. Shoulder blades slid down the sides of her ribcage extending the reach of her arms. Her hands slipped toward paws, becoming padded and thicker as sharp claws extended from splitting tips. Yet the digits did not shorten and they remained dexterous. With a huff, she let herself fall to floor, standing on all fours, moaning through clenched teeth. Her outstretched wings fold down against her sides, blending with her black spotted fur.

“Oh.” Her tail swished back and forth as she purred with the strength of an engine. “That feels so much better! Don’t have to hold my wings out anymore.” Sighing, she sat back on her haunches and started to groom with a sated expression. Even sitting on the floor, her head still rose a good foot above the table.

Tina started to stroke her feline lover’s soft fur. Angelica stopped grooming herself to lean into the touch. Both looked to Steve and Steph expectantly.

Steve winced in preparation while Steph’s blue eyes shine with excitement. “We got-” Steve started,

“-Naughty doggy!” Steph finished. The pair clasped their stomach and rolled from their stool onto the ground. Landing on hands and knees, their curly tail flipped up the short skirt over their back. Exposing their small shiny and slick spade nestled within between their fluffy buttocks.

“Mistresses! Its hot!” They moaned as they raise their rump into the air. The leather of their chunky heels gave a warning creak before splitting along the seam of their heels. Their ankles swiftly adsorbed their heel as the white furred toes burst from the front of the shoes. Displaying her swelling black beans against the brightness of their white fur. The paws swelled within the leather tatters until they were even bigger than the ones on the ends of their arms. The fluff traveled upward, ripping through the white stocking as the bones shifted for a digitigrade stance as she got her new paws beneath her and thrust her sex higher in the air. Her tentacles slipped from their hiding places to writhe against the swelling pussy lips. The vivid redness of it pushed back the concealing layer of fur becoming a mound that advertised their readiness to mate.

“Your highness!” Steve called out.

“Mistress!” Steph begged. Their tentacles flailed but seemed unable muster the coordination to penetrate their folds.

Tina watched them, swallowing back a sudden rush of saliva. Their heated scent was not nearly as potent as their Aunt’s needy stink but Tina was more than willing to answer its call. Her femcock had swelled with the rest of her and she was eager to demonstrate its new girth to her former husband. She attempt to take a step toward her maids but found herself restrained. A feline hand on her thigh squeezed gently and Tina followed it back to the sly smile of the purple spotted pantheress.

“Forgetting something your royal Queenliness?” Angelica pointed her nose at the purple cards laying besides her own.

Oh yes! Tina wrestled aside her newly triggered arousal to focus on the cards. She could finally be free of this royally painful speech. Steph and Steve could wait a brief moment. Impatiently she flicked three card off the top of the purple deck. Helpfully they flipped themselves over. Each bore a single word: Fairy, Programmable and demonic.

“Mrreeeow!” Angelica pointed at the middle card with feline excitement. “That one! I pick that one.”

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