A Game of No Hands Chapter 23

The room below didn’t resemble any basement Steve had ever seen before; soft recessed lighting glowed from earthen walls while the floor comprised a seamless black slab. Center in the room, sat a golden circle surrounding a silver pentagram. Off to the side of the circle, a machine stood, a strange conglomeration of spiraling glass tubes and softly glowing crystals, topped with a collection of brass funnels that might have once belonged to a chorus of tubas.

Isabell laughed softly as all three of them eyed the circle warily. “Oh, don’t be nervous, this is apprentice level stuff. I’ll take care of all the details. Just do what I tell you.” She unwrapped the bundle of rods and handed them out as she directed everyone to stand at the compass points surrounding the circle. Tina faced Steph and Steve at East and West while Angelica stood at the South point. Angelica’s ears were half back and her thick tail lashed as Isabell wheeled the contraption behind her.

“Oh dearie, I just want to start with your pretty scent first.” She cooed, twisting a lever on the machine. Bellows in the bottom part accordioned outwards, then pressed inward with a soft wheeze.

“You sure this thing won’t turn me into a toad or anything?” Angelica licked her lips nervously.

Isabell scoffed lightly, “Oh my stars! While toads can pungent, I’m not a fan of cold and slimy. Mustilids are much nicer to cuddle with. My teacher had a pet skunk who sprayed a lovely lavender musk.” She carefully ducked around a wing so she came hip to thigh with Angelica and petted her knee, “Although she wasn’t nearly as soft as you. Sadly, I’m rubbish at transfiguration but I would love to have a skunk of my own.” Her purple eyes were pure sly flirtation. “Maybe I could call in a few favors.”

Angelica’s tail puffed.

“Auntie please!” Steve pleaded. “You’re making this very weird.”

“Nak!” Tina bark laughed before growling, “She’s ours, Isabell. Find your own pets.” Her spiky mane raising all along her spine.

“My apologies.” She gave a half shrug and eased herself away from Angelica a tad. “Can’t blame a lonely witch for trying. You three are the most interesting thing thats showed up on my doorstep in half a decade and far more pleasant to deal with than a dragon. Anyway, this is what we’re going to do.” She raised her Silver Rod. “The outer circle is a protective barrier. By guarding the compass points with our wills, we’ll make sure the unrefined mana doesn’t get out. The pentagram is moonsilver and when I tell you Angelica, we’re going to take our rods and touch a point. I’ll direct the energy into your body. It will be intense, but just hang on. The rather expensive contraption behind you will collect the scent before it affects anyone in the room. Got it Angel?”

The feline muzzle dipped in a nod.

“Good girl!” Isabell patted her leg and then strode over to the wall, which opened like a maw. From the cavity she extracted and arm load of blue crystalline flowers. “I’ve had these sitting around forever now. I learned they were purloined from gorgon’s garden after I took them as payment.” Swiftly, she dumped them in the middle pentagram and took her position at the Northern compass point. Bouncing briefly on the balls of her feet, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “We’re ready to begin. Follow my instructions.”

Steve and Tina shared skeptical glances across the circle as Angelica mimicked Isabell’s limbering up. Steph gave a nearly silent giggle that made Steve worry. Her other self clearly knew something she wasn’t sharing, but how did she know anything Steve didn’t? Steve planned for that interrogation later, no time now. Auntie Isabell, pulled a small pile of herbs from the depths of a hip pouch. They burst into flame in her palm and she inhaled the silvery smoke they produced. Holding it for a moment, her purple eyes flared with light.

“We stand, united.” The silver smoke leaked from the corners of her mouth as she intoned the spell. “Four points of the compass to set the circle. East and West lend it your strength to protect the world outside from the one we create within. Press your palms against it.”

Steve and Steph reached out their paws and found what felt like a hardening of the air itself. It bowed against their pads at first, but as Tina joined her in the motion, it stiffened until they both strained against an invisible glass wall.

Isabell took up her rod. “I am the wind that blows from north. Hot and harsh, I burn that which stands before me, releasing the potential trapped within the form.” Drawing a vial that glowed with the red of magma she pulled the stopper with her teeth and snorted the contents through one nostril.” Her face twisted into a grimace as she raised the moonsilver rod over her head. Its edges glowed red and its blunt tip sharpened. With a cry she swung it down in front of her. The air buckled as the tip pierced the outer circle and connected with the top most point of the golden pentagram. Red energy crackled along the golden lines, but it didn’t race out to the points, instead coalescing in the pentagon at the star’s center. The floor below the flowers took on a red glow.

“The East and West must hold!” Isabell called out the instant before the crystalline flowers exploded. The barrier bucked. Steve and Steph yelped as it felt like her paws had been high fived by a double donkey kick. Still, they held. Inside the circle, a storm of energy raged like a captured tempest.

Isabell remained kneeling, her rod held to the star’s point, the red energy still flowing down the arm of the star into central pentagon. “Angelica! When I complete the next line you need to do as I did. Connect your rod to the point of the pentagram.”

“Is that really a good idea?” Angelica asked, staring with wide eyes at the swirl tempest.

A girlish giggle came from Steph, “Awww is mistress afraid that a little mana storm is too thick for her to take?”

“Steph! This is not the time!” Steve growled.

“I’m just being encouraging, Sis!” She cheek nuzzled her sister as Angelica tail curled upwards and let out a barely audibles whine of arousal.

“If you want the Moonsilver, then take the mana.” Isabell called. Ears flattening, Angelica’s beasts heaved as she raised the rod over her head and nodded.

“The South is calm. What the north has harvested shall settle in the rivers of her veins. Carry through the temple of her body and be recast as her manifestation in the most subtle of the senses.” Isabell twisted her rod and the two arms that extended in Angelica’s direction luminesced, shining with golden light. The whirling clouds of the mana storm began to spiral down into the metal. “Now!” Isabell urged.

“Which point?” Angelica asked.

“Doesn’t matter.” Isabell shouted. “Pick one!”

Angelica stabbed her rod down onto the point to her right, closest to Tina. As the blue energy crackled up the length of the rod and into Angelica’s hands, Steve and Steph tail wagged as Steph’s excitement flushed through their body.

“Oh gawds!” Angelica squeaked as her wings snapped open and blue energy shined from her eyes like twin spot lights. Her mouth opened to moan as her squat gave way to an open leg kneeling. Faint blue wisps of gas rose from the pads of her feet and her scent loaded cheeks.

“That’s it! Hold it right like that Angel!” Isabell’s voice sang with praise.

Behind Angelica, the contraption began to burble. The blue vapors bent toward it, drawn into its funnels and spiraled into its delicate pathway. The volume of its task increased as Angelica cock poked over the waist of her shorts. One hand fluttered down to her belly as it began plump outwards. “They’re coming,” She moaned, already clawing at her button. “I-I need to take off my pants!”

“Don’t let go of that rod!” Alarm lifted Isabell’s voice.

Angelica stared down at the rod in her hand, pausing her panting to lick at her nose. The sharp circular edges softened, rounding off. She took it into her mouth and held it with her teeth. That freed her hands to shove her shorts down to her knees then with a bit of shimming down to her ankles. “Mmmmmph!” She cried around the rod as the first egg slipped free, its purple speckled shell steaming with the blue vapor. Wet spots spread out across her bra and juices dripped down between her legs before her lips stretched around another egg.

Sparks of pink flickered among the blue arcs of energy that crackled around the rod.

“Wait! What are you doing?” Isabell asked, looking up from the circle to squint through the teeming energies at Angelica, “Something’s wrong.”

A third egg fell and Angelica entire body shuddered. “MmmmmMMMPH!” Pulling the rod from her mouth with a wet sucking pop, she gasped, “Oh its so good.” Turning her head side ways she curled her pink tongue around the shaft with desperate urgency while her free hand squeezed her own cock, thumb playing across the tip.

“Now this is fun!” Steph whispered as their own pussy prickled with fresh moisture as they watched Angelica lose herself in her lust. The pink energy had stolen down the length of the rod and now pressed along the line that connected Angelica to Isabell.

“Stop that! You're adding your mana to the circle!” Isabell scolded.

“Heh!” Tina snort laughed, “You said this would increase the strength of our enchantments. Its working as advertised!”

“It can't go through her if she’s pushing mana into the pentagram! We’re not even halfway through this batch.” Isabell clutched at her rod, arms starting to tremble as the pink pushed past the halfway mark. Across the way, more eggs were piling up between Angelica legs and her nipples had escaped her bra. Milk dribbled onto the floor while the rod she licked and suckled increasingly resembled a certain femcock. All the while, she pumped her own red rocket.

Her tail spasmed out straight as she threw back her head to yowl out her bliss as her cock spurted out into the circle. The pink energy surged through the circle and arced from Isabell’s moonsilver into her head. She let out a note of alarm as the two white streaks in her hair flared like white phosphorous. The blinding light raced down her back and an enormous tail exploded from her buttocks, the force of it spraying the remnants of her skirt like confetti behind her. A wide expanse of black fur with two parallel stripes along its length.

“Goodness! I haven’t had that for decades!” She stared at her bushy appendage as it swished back and forth once. Then as it suddenly raised up over her back her head snapped forward and bent down. “Oh no.” Her voice turned a mortified whisper.

A thick, pink plume of gas shot from beneath the tail and into the air. It rolled off the nearby wall and flowed up over Isabell. “Oh fuck my stars.” She gasped and gave a gagging cough. “Sooo musky.”

The blue along with the pink energies were now streaming into Isabell. She shook her head. “Gotta reoute the metaphoric energies.” She panted as her fingers, initially fumbling with her hip pouch, the hand drifted south, between her legs. Rubbing herself through the tatters of her skirt she swiftly lost herself to pleasure. Eyes rolling back, lips rounded into an O and her voice fading to rapid monosyliblic, “Oh! Oh! Oh! OOOh! Moooore!” Seizing the front of her dress, she ripped the garment from her body, it tore like tissue paper exposing her matronly figure. Obstacle removed, she plunged her fingers into her thick black bush. Crying out, “My Stars!” Her tail quivered once, flapping upwards and releasing a fresh jet of pink fragrance. As she sighed with relief, her ears unfolded into cute cups, darkening along with her lips.

Blinking, her eyes partially refocused, “What… am I doing?

“Being really hot,” Steph cooed, taking a deep breath of the pink vapor creeping over them. “Were you your teacher’s pet?” She asked.

Steve felt of warmth spread outward from their shared lungs, adding to the sopping arousal from watching Angelica succumb to the lusts of her body. Combined, they created a need, overpowered the fact that overpowered any forethought. She couldn’t stop herself from extending a tentacle from its hiding place and threading it up into their moist spade. Steve promised herself to make it a quick one, take the edge off. Nobody would notice but Steph.

“No!” Isabell cried out as she sprayed a fresh plume, her tail extended, longer, thicker as she quaked with the force of her own orgasm. “This is… Impossible!” Grimacing, she wretched her hand from her sex and shoved her sopping fingers between her pendulous breasts. “I had this for about a year as a joke. I kept shutting it in doors and I couldn’t stand my smell. There shouldn’t be any trace of it for the magic to follow.”

Steph gave a panting laugh, “Liar. You missed it terribly. Dreamed of it.” Inside them Steve wiggled tentacle deep inside their crevice, propelling them up towards their own quake. Yet, Steph forced their innards to clench, restraining the tentacle and slowing progress. Steve couldn’t fantom why Steph fought her but pressed the tentacle even deeper into their shared pussy and felt their legs begin to twitch.

“Stevie please. You don’t understand! I can’t be…” Isabell pleaded. “The entire batch is getting corrupted with metamorphic energies. You have to take some of it into yourself… Let me regain control. Gah!” A fresh burst ripped out from her behind, spurring thick tfur spread up her back in the world’s fluffiest recoil.

“I dunno.” Steph said her head tipping up as she struggled to stay focused with their tentacle tickled the door to their womb. “What… oooh fuck us Stella… do you think Angelica?”

“Sooo good!” Angelica responded as she pulled on her cock rod from her mouth. Egg supply apparently exhausted, she had one hand fingering herself and the other pumping her cock. Blue vapor still streamed from her every pore. She leaned back and lowered the rod, aligning it with her still gaping pussy. The rod’s tip remained attached to the pentagram point as if magnetic. She plunged herself onto it with a blissful yowl. Inside the circle, pink swirled along with blue within the less violent storm. Beyond that, Tina stood in a cloud of pink maisma, no longer holding the barrier but humping it.

“Oh we’ll help Auntie! Won’t we Stella?” Steph said between her own pants.

Steve or Stella, she didn’t care at the moment, she just wanted to cum. Why wouldn’t her sister let them come. “Yes.” She whined, “Help her cum.”

Their other tentacle extended down beneath their skirt, wrapping around one of the two silver rods at their feet. With a flick it swung around, its tip passing through the circle and adhered to the second southern point of the pentagram. Instantly power slammed up through their body, electrified pleasured raced up their rows of tits and back down their spine. When it reached their lady parts the held off orgasm ripped up through them. They howled with a single voice of ecstasy. Pink energy, tore down their tentacle and through the rod. Once within the circle, it sucked a portion of the storm into itself, gathering as a wave as it traveled down the line toward Isabell.

She got hold of another glowing red vial between her fingers as the energies crashed through her. Still she managed to keep her grip on it as yet another geyser of lust musk erupted from her. Nails blackening, extending as she bit down on the stopper and pulled it free with a practiced motion. It proved for naught though, pink sparks played between her fingers and they spasmed open. In the time it took that small vial to travel to the ground her digits ballooned out into thick padded paws, with long claws and thick black fur spreading up her arms.

“My stars… This wasn’t in the horoscope.” She stared at the pads of her paw, still clinging to the moonsilver rod with her other one. Across the circle, Angelica thrust herself down on her rod and came with an earth rippling scream. Entranced by her shifting body Isabell didn’t even see the last wave gather all the remaining mana in the circle and crash through. It blew her onto her back, the force skidding her nearly into the wall. Pink energy shined out from her skin. No more gas escaped her body but her tail grew further as she lay there, staring insensately. Its length and girth had eclipsed Isabell’s entire body when a huge hand grabbed hold of its tip.

Absent of mana, the barrier Tina had been humping collapsed and the motion of Isabell explanation from the circle drew her musk hazed eyes. She’d set off after the increasingly skunked witch at a lurch. Now, with that tail firmly in hand, she dragged Isabell toward the still sparking circle.

“Wait. I…” Isabell roused from her stupor as her buttocks crossed over the circle’s edge and rolled up to her knees. “Feel strange.”

Tina laughed, and pivoted. The motion imparted a waggle to her femcock, which Isabell’s eyes rooted upon.

“Stars…” She breathed, her eyes shined with the pink energy.

“First you. Clean mess. Heheh.” Tina cupped the back of Isabell’s head and used it to pilot her over to Angelica who sprawled besides a sizable pile of eggs. A pink spark jumped across Isabell’s nostril as her nose collided with Angelica’s fuzzy balls. The nostrils blackened and flared as they drank in the scent. More sparks flared, spreading fur out across Isabell’s face.

“A- -ah, Angel,” Isabell grasped, the muscles her face twitched uncoordinately, eyelids fluttering as the skull pressed out beneath it. Tina shoved that growing muzzle into Angelica’s sex and the skunkifying woman set to work immediately, wrapping her arms around the spotted thighs for leverage.

Angelica shuddered, stirred from something like sleep to lift her head to stare down between her now enormous breasts to find the striped head pressed against her balls. Giving soft rowl of approval she thrust her hips into the air to give Isabell a better angle. Behind her Tina knelt and grapping hold of the base of the massive tail maneuvered the tip of her cock to press against the pink sex hidden within an ocean of black fur. With the tail as leverage, Tina sheathed herself in skunk with a powerful hip thrust. Isabell came up from Angelica legs to scream through a broad nosed muzzle and didn’t go back down again as Tina pistoned into her. Sparks spread down Isabell’s legs, fur followed in their wake, racing for her toes.

Panting heavily, Angelica tried to pull Isabell’s head back down to focus on her tongue work. Isabell attempted but could only get a single lick in before the next deep thrust shattered her focus. Vexed, Angelica sat up and Isabell latched onto her bright red cock, engulfing it in her broad muzzle. Soon Angelica was thrusting down the skunk woman’s throat, in time with Tina’s pounding hips.

Steve and Steph pulled themselves from the blissful haze of their magically enhanced orgasm. Steve blinked in horror as the realization that the black striped woman getting doubled dick by her lovers was her Auntie. Steph, in contrast, giggled with delight. Nevertheless, they both watched in silence, Steph with an open grin and Steve through two digits of her paw.

They came in waves, Tina would let out a high pitched yip of a laugh, slam herself forward and grind before releasing a torrent of femcum. Then Isabell’s hips would spark, her tail flick and she’d spray a fresh load of pink musk into Tina belly fur, shifting further. Spurred by the pleasure, she thrust her lips down to the top of Angelica’s knot and the cat bird came with a yowl. They’d slow, then after a few breaths of the musk, they were back at full steam. Once fur had swallowed every inch of Isabell’s skin the changes kept coming. Long claws sprouted from the toes of spade like feet. Each wave of pink sparks added a pair of breasts, smaller than the pair above it. Her torso and neck lengthened as her arms and legs inched shorter. Stranger features sprouted as her entire body began to shrink, a small pair of wings reached from her back, short goat horns provided Angelica with a pair handholds and her pelt thickened further as it flashed through pastel colors. When she had shrunk to maybe three feet tall she stopped spraying and without that, the pace of Tina and Angelica’s thrusts slowed and finally stopped.

The three of them slipped apart. Too tired to even sigh, they collapsed directly into sleep.

“Oh my poor Auntie. She’s gonna be so mad.” Steve whispered into her paw as she looked over the fuzzy creature Isabell had become. Her coloration had landed on bright purple with pink stripes, the precise shades of Angelica’s spots. Eight sets of breasts were visable on her chest and belly before they were swallowed by the thick fur and her tail stretched out a good two feet longer than she could possibly stand tall.

“Don’t be such a grumble puss.” Steph snuggled her cheek against Steve’s, “She’ll love it. You see her bed? She sleeps with skunks every night. And now she’s got a built-in source of magic scent.”

“She is… really cute.” Steve admitted, returning her sister’s gesture of affection. “How’d you know our magic would interact like that?”

Steph grinned, “Because we have fun magic. Magic that likes to be shared. Besides, nobody gets to use us for anything without getting a little taste.”

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