A Game of No Hands Chapters 20

The SUV reeked of Steve's anxiety by the time they found the parking spot at the supermarket. Angelica’s attempts to reassure her, just made the scent grow stronger. Angelica thought about offering to handle it alone but kept imagining herself masturbating helplessly while two old biddies argued over the last stick of pepperoni. Steph had an excited smile, but the sparkling mania in her blue eyes seemed brittle to Angelica.

“Steve, what’s the matter? People are going to stare.” Angelica asked after several minutes had passed and they had not moved from the driver’s seat.

“They might do more than that.” Steve swallowed. “Couple years ago. I saw a woman here, she… was a fox with three tails. People did a lot more than stare.”

“She was absolutely gorgeous,” Steph whispered. “Petite, ears maybe putting her over five feet. I was instantly jealous.”

“You didn’t exist!” Steve growled.

“I might have been born that day,” Steph said, her tone serious.

“Don’t be ridiculous, Tina and the game made you,” Steve insisted.

“I didn’t come from nowhere, sister.” Steph popped open the door after a pause. They grabbed a small pile of bags off the passenger seat and stepped out.

Angelica followed, giving her wings a half flap to resettle her feathers and together they set off across the parking lot. Evening had set and the post work shopping rush was on. People stopped in their tracks, necks cracked with the speed of their double takes, and a car nearly plowed into an elderly woman on the crosswalk. Steph and Steve didn’t stop under the force of the stares and held their heads up as they walked at a brisk pace, heels clopping on the pavement. Angelica had reeled from the sheer force of the stares and hurried to catch up with them. What the hell was with these people? They had to see magically altered people all the time on TV. Hell, she had a couple clients who’d gotten canine ears and one who had a cat’s tail. Then half a dozen with mobile tattoos. Far more minor than their enchantments but magical augmentation wasn’t completely unheard of around here.

And yet, as Steph and Steve grabbed a cart from the rack Angelica remembered that those clients with altered ears had worn hats. She hadn’t noticed the feline client tail and slitted eyes until the third time she’d brought in their terrier. A glamor might have hidden them.

Inside, aisles quickly emptied once they entered them. People clustered at the ends, whispering in hushed voices. Angelica’s ear caught every word.

“Wow. How much do you think that cost?”

“Two heads! Is that even legal?

“Sickos! The two headed one doesn’t even have hands.”

“Did they escape from some billionaire’s harem?”

“Maybe they got cursed?”

They gathered foodstuffs for the trip as swiftly as they could, but not before a cluster of men started to follow them. They were almost done when the cat calling began.

“Hey double dog! Which one of you gives better head?”

Another shook a box of pet treats. “Here kitty kitty! I got treats.”

Steph and Steve ignored them and drew herself up to her full, if diminished, height and didn’t look at them.

Angelica flicked them off. “Get lost.”

“Oh yeah? What if I don’t wanna get lost.” One of them sauntered forward ahead of the others. A skinny guy, probably barely out of high school. “I see collars but no leash! Did you two escape a yard?”

“Maybe there’s a reward for bringing them back!” One of them jeered.

“Quick what’s the number for animal control?”

They all laughed.

The lead guy took a step closer, stepping within the reach of Angelica’s wings. She let out feral hiss, baring teeth.

He took a step back, “Ooo thats a hissy kitty! You got claws too?”

At the moment, she really wished she had played the paws card on herself, that would have cat claws at least. She continued to watch them, wary of responding in a way that might set off her trigger. Fortunately, she felt not a tingle of arousal. Maybe the magic had some sort of safety clause?

The men continued to jeer, following them to the front of the store. Angelica imagined leaping on top of them, ripping out throats. The only rebuke they drew from other people were when one started lobbing dog biscuits and cashier yelled at him to stop making a mess. Tears were streaming down Steve’s face by the time they were second in line.

The cashier flashed a plastic smile, “Did you bitches find every you needed today?”

“Yes ma’am.” Steph answered with a sad smile. “Precisely the experience we wanted.”

“You did this to yourself honey. Reap what you sow.” The cashier glared back while scanning the groceries. “That will be two forty-five and thirty-two cents.”

“Nice to see that not everything c-c-changes.” Steve sniffled and tapped the card reader with her paw, “Angelica, could you please?”

She considered demanding to see the manager but ultimately decided to just tap her card and help with the bagging.

“Sorry for putting you through that.” Steve whispered as they exited the building. The pack the men didn’t follow, but watched as they threw the groceries into the car.

Once inside, Steve mumbled, “What does a fox say?” Then slapped the dash with a paw so hard that something within it cracked. “I’m such fucking idiot.” Then broke down, sobbing into her paw. A tentacle snaked out from under her skirt and twisted the key, starting the engine.

Angelica could hold her tongue no longer, “Why in the hell did you put us through that if you knew that's what people are like around here? It's a damn good thing I was with you. Those men could have jumped you!”

“S-ssorry.” Steve blubbered.

“Steve there are plenty of ways we could have avoided this. Gotten the food delivered, go to a store in the neighborhood with the magic shop in it, or even waited until it was less busy.”

“The fox woman got her tails pulled and left without her food.” Steph said, “We’ve felt guilty about it since.”

“Had to feel it from this side.” Steve wiped her eyes and blew her nose on her apron. “If this sticks, this is what we’re signing up for.”

“Oh for the sake of the Gods Steve,” Angelica growled, “Welcome to being different from mainstream. You don’t go to places like that unless you absolutely have to. Not to see if you’re tough enough to survive it or because you feel guilty because you were an asshole once.”

“Yes, mistress.” Steph whispered back.

Angelica sat up the best she could, enduring an uncomfortable pushing of her wing’s ‘elbows’ against the ceiling to grab hold of Steve’ shoulder. “Don’t either of you yes mistress me! We can’t let assholes like those in that store stop us from becoming what we are meant to be.”

Steve lifted her watery eyes to the rear-view mirror, her black lower lip trembling, ears sagging. “And this is what I’m supposed to be? A two-headed dog maid?”

“Yes! And Good girls to boot!” Steph said.

“Maybe.” Angelica ignored Steph’s outburst. “I don’t know the old you well, but… well. You do make a sexy girl, don’t you?”

Steve blushed.

“You handled my… accident very well. Rescued me. You deserve a treat for being such a good dog.” Angelica purred and stroked the back of Steve’s ear. The pair of them shivered. Curious, Angelica continued to praise them. “My best girl, a good sexy bitch, the cutest little maid…” She layered it all on, avoiding the precise wording of the trigger, yet still Steve’s face grew more flushed with every phrase until her cheeks glowed bright red. Meanwhile, Steph joined Steve in their tongue hanging panting, her face remained unflushed.

“Mistress please stop triggering me,” Steve whined in a pause in the praise stream, “I’m driving…”

“But Steve,” Angelica laughed to herself, “I didn’t say you’re a good girl.

“You don’t need to Mistress,” Steph responded as she changed lanes. “We’re always a good girl now. And we love it.”

“Nnnno,” Steve quivered, hunching forward, moving her ear from Angelica’s reach, “The trigger’s broadened somehow.”

“Or…” Angelica let herself fall back against the bench seat. “You’ve always loved being praised like good dog.”

From this angle she couldn’t see Steve and Steph’s expression, but their silence showed she’d struck a cord.

She filled the silence with her own voice after a moment, “This has been a day for exploring our triggers. Mine is still very active. You two seem to have… evolved past yours but we should see how her Highness’s has changed. What do you say we give her a real royal treatment when we get home?”

Steve and Steph thought for a moment.

“Won’t that simply end up like it did yesterday morning?” Steve asked.

Angelica squeezed her breasts, imagining Tina’s femcock between them. Tina still had that far too lovely brain muddling scent and powerful hands. Their apartment had no convenient hooks to quickly restrain the Yeen Queen with. A frontal assault on the royal persona would be unlikely to result in collaring the Queen. She sighed, the possibility of their rebellion failing did nothing to stop the warmth her imagination spread into her nethers. “Is that a bad thing?” She asked.

“Certainly not mistress!” Steph grinned.

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