A Game of No Hands Chapter 21

The “rebellion” failed spectacularly. Angelica found it very difficult to remember to hammer Tina with her trigger once she got her mouth around the tip of that black femcock. The Yeen Queen took charge very quickly. Angelica found herself riding the majestic staff while Steve and Steph practiced their double blowjob technique on the red rocket. The combination reduced Angelica to little more than a purring puddle of afterglow. Tina tied both of them up for “treason,” impaled them on silicon cocks and sentenced them to orgasm mining until the pizza got delivered.

Once fed and released, neither husky maids nor punky pantheress were much good for anything other than cuddling. The entire pack fell asleep watching a documentary on lifestyles of the rich and magical on Tina’s phone.

True to form, Tina woke in full task mistress mode, rallying everyone to prepare for the journey to Steve’s Aunt’s. Preparations were temporarily derailed when Angelica pounced Steve and Steph while they argue over heels and fishnet stockings. Only a counter tackle from Tina prevented the bird cat from getting knot deep in the husky maids.

Still they managed to feed, dress and pack before noon. Tina had spent the time the others were running errands researching what the hell the Elfford manor was and hacks to make the SUV more drivable for those with large tails. The second bit had been far more successful. She’d managed to find someone selling a seat with the lower back support removed. They picked that up, Angelica’s suitcase of magically tailored clothing and were driving out of the city by mid afternoon.

The new seat allowed Tina to take turns driving with Steve and Steph, although her wide feet and huge hands made it awkward. She eventually found it most comfortable to hang her left hands out the window, clamp one right mitt over the steering wheel. That left her second right hand to pet or tease Steve and Steph who rode shotgun when they weren’t driving.

Angelica struggled to find a position to accommodate her wings. Unfortunately, the rear bench seat couldn’t be removed. So she either had to lay across the seat with one wing scrunched or kneel in the back with the seat folded down. On day one, Steph and Steve went into the back arguing like bugs bunny and daffy duck over what hunting season it was. It turned out that five hours of knotted rutting was Angelica’s limit. Everyone was sore that evening at the motel. Tina practiced all sorts of rope tying on day two. Day three they were on a more rural two lane highway and Angelica had a brain storm. Making a detour to a water skiing supply store they picked up a winch and line. Then experimented with Angelica winging it behind the SUV. It slowed them down but was a glorious morning for the cat bird, despite an overpass forcing a crazy rapid landing in a tight forest pass.

Besides brief encounters with motel staff, gas station attendants, stares from other motorists, the outside world let them all be.

As the end of the journey grew close Steve fantasized about not stopping at Auntie’s Willow place at all, maybe they could just… keep driving. Never go to the next turn, never stop playing the game of No Hands. They could do it or at least attempt. Angelica and Tina napped in the back as they approached the edge of St. Louis, where their witchy aunt lived. Even Steph seemed lost her her own thoughts, staring out onto the road. Yet, the snacks were starting to dwindle, Steve’s body was a mess of aches and their stomach craved meals beyond fast food.

How long would it take them all to notice? An hour, a day? Could they all simply pretend not to notice? She wondered. How long could Steve herself go before curiosity as to the contents of three cards left in the Husky Maid deck drove outgrew the dread of letting Auntie Willow see her like this?

Apparently not very long because she slid into the exit lane as soon as it appeared. Steph roused herself with a quiet giggle that Steve more felt than heard. She’d been surprisingly passive on the trip, eagerly agreeing to whatever ideas Tina and Angelica suggested but not suggesting anything of her own. Now as the exit ramp glided them off the highway and onto a narrow two land road she watched Steve with a soft smile before nudging with her with her cheek. “You’re such a good girl Steve.” She whispered. “I’ve been thinking, maybe it's time you changed your name.”

“Now?” Steve swallowed, “I can’t do that. Its… who I am.” She couldn’t quite bring herself to say she liked her name but it was too late now. Steph was Steph. Maybe if the game put them back together, she’d take Steph but that was her name, not Steve’s.

“You flinch the tiniest bit when someone calls you Steve.” She continued to whisper. “Steph and Stella has a nice ring to it. Don’t you think?” Steph said.

“I’m not a Stella!” Steve responded with a huff and stepped on the gas harder than necessary. A Stella conjured the image of one of those elegant control freak housewives from ancient sitcoms or horror movies. Steph and Stella sounded good together, but that was no reason to change her name. Right? It just be handing Tina more ammo to mold them into her perfect little servant. Probably because Steph was doing her work for her.

“Just think about it sister.” Steph gave her a knowing peck on the cheek. “I know you will.”

Steve growled, but it didn’t stop the flood of name related thoughts from rising through her mind. From lists of possibilities like, Stella, Star, Stacy to the implications of what it would mean if she let her old name go. Would that give the game more power over her? How would Tina take it? Should she ask Tina for a name? Or maybe Angelica?

The possibilities distracted Steve to the point that Steph took the wheel of their body and the car without her noticing. It wasn’t until the car came to a complete stop did Steve realize how hard she had been thinking.

“Might want to get some clothes on ladies!” Steph announced to groans. “We’re here!”

Steve shook herself, trying to file away her thoughts and focus on the scene in front of her. A small black house with red trim greeted her, its four sides gathered under a squat circular roof that resembled a coolie hat. It couldn’t be much bigger inside than her own apartment. It had a small shingle sign over the door that read, “Willow’s Apothecary.”

There was a little parking lot with one other car, a cherry red honda civic. Did she live here as well as work?

“Where has our bikini bottoms marched off to now?” Tina laughed as the pair struggled to dress themselves. Steph and Steve left them to it, stepping out of the car. Their heart fluttered as approached the door, which had a “Come on in we’re open!” sign in the window. It swung inward as they reached for it and a tall woman filled the doorway. She had Auntie Willow’s signature hairdo, a two white streaks through spiky raven black hair, but didn’t recognize the fierceness in her purple eyes as they squinted behind square lensed glasses. “You’re not who I expected tonight. Explain yourself.”

Steve blinked as he found herself beneath the piercing gaze. “Aaah. A-auntie Willow. Its me, well us. SsssSteve,” She dragged the name out and it hung between them like rotting rabbit. “About the moon silver.”

Aunt Willow did not recoil… precisely. Her broad forehead gathered its wrinkles into furrows and her lips parted, entire face scrunching up. “Stevie?! That’s you?” She extended her head forward and took a tentative sniff.

“It is you!” The caution melted away to kindly smile as Steph and Steve were embraced. “My stars, you gave me such a fright! I thought the Morgana had sent one of her battle maids after me! I nearly blasted you off my front stoop!”

“There are battle maids?” Steph asked, ears perking with interest, their tail starting to wag.

“Oh don’t worry your pretty head about it dear.” Auntie Isabell held herself out to arms length, beaming a smile at the both of them. “I’m going to have to have words with Madam Butterscotch. Your guest tonight will be unexpected. I’ll say! I didn’t know what you’d gotten yourself mix up with but this… Stars. I can feel the magic buzzing in my nostrils.” She took a moment to study them before refocusing on Steve, “Now you are Steve but,” her eyes shifted to Steph, “Who are you? You’re not Tina are you?”

“I’m Steph and this is,” Steph cheek nudged Steve, “Might be Stella.”

“Just Steve, for now.” Steve corrected, then wondered why she said, for now. Shaking away her name issues, she forced herself to continue. “We’re both Steve.”

“Ah! A split. Sorry for assuming dearies.” Her eyebrows climbed higher on her forehead.

Behind them the whirr of the SUV’s rear gate raising sounded and Auntie Willow’s jaw dropped. “Oh my!”

Steve glanced back to see Tina in her four armed, four breasted, bikini bottom barely containing her femcock glory, helping Angelica out of the car. Once out, Angelica stretched, arms over her head, wings spread to their full span. The black feathers and leather jacket shined in the setting sun.

“My glorious stars. Who is that?” Auntie Willow asked an awed whisper.

“That’s Angelica. The four armed Yeen is Tina.” Steph said unforced perkiness as Auntie Willow stared with naked admiration.

“She’s named well.” Auntie muttered.

Steve cut in, “Uh, Auntie could we come inside?”

“Oh!” She exclaimed with sudden animation. “Of course. So sorry. You’ve come such a long way and here I am, blocking the doorway and yammering on.” She pulled into the house. “Come in, all of you! I’ll make tea.”

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