A Game of No Hands Chapter 17

Steve woke on the most luxuriantly soft pillow she’d ever experienced. The pillow wobbled beneath her and she opened her eyes.

“Come on you two,” Came a whisper, Angelica’s. “Time to get up.”

Steve thought about it. She kinda needed to go pee but it was hardly an emergency yet. With a sigh, she tried to nestle deeper into the pillow. It smelled good too, a musky mint.

“Urrrmph!” The entire mattress squirmed. “Up!” The command came with a tug on her ear.

Steve’s grumbling echoed as she lifted her head and opened her eyes. The pillow proved to be Angelica’s black furred breast. Hadn’t dreamed that. Her ear brushed something and she turned to find mischievous blue eyes twinkling back.

“Morning sis!” Steph sing songed.

That had happened too. The blurry events of yesterday filtered back. So overwhelming, the combination of the the sex change and the sudden appearance of another person in her body. Mostly the second part, Steve figured she should be used to crossing the gender line now. Thinking of, she peered down at herself and found a bunch of breasts. That part had stuck. More disorienting was slightly off-center point of view that came from sharing shoulders with another head.

“Yep, they’re still there!” Steph reached over and cupped one. “Not going anywhere now and neither am I!”

“Guess not.” Steve concluded as they pushed themselves up off Angelica. Normal movements like that brought a small amount of disorientation. She could feel their entire body, but simultaneously felt Steph’s intentions for it as well. Only the arm on Steph’s side felt distant somehow. When they had the same goal, their body simply moved. When they wanted different things, then it got weird. Before Angelica pinned them to a wall, Steve found she could kinda muscle Steph off the body a bit, but things were reversed as soon as they became aroused. Steph had spent the majority of the afternoon firmly in the driver’s seat. Not that they had many options for independent actions while knotted to Angelica. Tina had kept them tied for hours with strategic teasing.

Freed from Steve and Steph, Angelica sprang from the bed and ran for the bathroom. Tina still slumbered on the edge of bed, two arms hanging off the side, one massive mitt behind her head as a pillow and her last hand rested on her stomach among the belly nips. The very tip of her tongue poked out of her muzzle. The extra limbs and tail that extended well beyond the foot of the bed gave her an other worldly, almost insectile look. Steve felt a flush of affection for her lithe beauty.

Steph walked them around and kissed the black nose. “Morning your highness.” She whispered.

“Too early,” Tina grumbled, “Go away. We are not decent.” Although she made this order impossible to obey, trapping Steve and Steph in a two armed hug. Not opening her eyes, Tina nuzzled their belly breasts.

Steve braced for a fresh wave of arousal but felt only the pleasant warmth of contact as Steph petted the head of their wife/monarch. The hug relaxed without escalation and Tina dropped back onto the bed. Steve found herself vaguely disappointed. She didn’t feel tired at all and she had taken the brunt of the bruising yesterday.

“Its alright love. Like, not everyone can have our stamina,” Steph commented as they stepped away toward their wardrobe. The moment produced a twinge of discomfort in their nethers. Steve asserted herself and directed them in the direction Angelica had gone.

Steph sighed, “We took a bath yesterday.”

“We’re all sticky.” Steve said firmly.

“Sooo? Its like, a natural state for sluts like us. How much more fur do you, like, think that poor drain can take?” Steph giggled.

“We are not sluts!” Steve snapped, halting them in the middle of the living room to glare at her newly gained sister.

Steph grinned, “Ooooh is that like, your new line in the sand? Given up on being male for obvious reasons, but heaven like, forbid we’re SLUTS!”

“But we’re not sluts! Sluts sleep with everybody. We sleep with two people.” Steve protested.

“It can totally be like, aspirational!” Steph’s blue shined.

Steve growled, “Stop saying like! We don’t talk like that.”

Challenged, she bore her own teeth, “What if I like, saying like? So I’m like, gonna keep saying like, like every other, like, word.”

Before Steve could marshal a tentacle to strangle Steph, the door to the bathroom flung open, a pink and purple spotted leopard woman filled the doorway. Her cock was erect to the knot and her eyes wild with lust. She jabbed a finger at Steph and shouted, “No! Bad girl!”

“Sorry mistress!” Steph yelped and hung her head with a pout.

“It is only six AM,” The Punky pantheress ranted, “I am not in the mood, nor do I want to be triggered into the mood. I am hungry, tired and sore. If you two need to argue, you do it out of my earshot, which includes this entire apartment and the next one over. If you cannot you’ll spend the entire day with a ball gag shoved between those lovely lips of yours.” She took a deep breath and closed her eyes. “Also, those who do terrible valley girl impressions annoy everyone not just Steve. Got it?”

“Yes Mistress.” Steph gazed down at the floor.

Steve raised her chin in vindication, while whispering, “See?” out the corner of her mouth.

Angelica flashed her teeth before slamming the door closed. Both of them stood there listening to muffled grunting for several minutes. After a soft rowl of relief, a more relaxed but still annoyed Angelica reopened the door.

“Are you… okay?” Steve ventured as Angelica came out of the bathroom and collapsed into the recliner.

She waved at the bathroom as she clutched at her stomach with her other hand. “Go on. Use it. Just don’t argue please.”

Steve and Steph shared a glance and a shrug before going into the bathroom. Once there, they showered and shampooed without much of a word to one another. After toweling off Steve stared at the two headed woman in the mirror. Even damp and degraggled she was entirely too attractive that she had any right to be. Paradoxically fit and thick. The ridiculous amount of breasts fit somehow.

“Face it Sis,” Steph placed one paw on their hip, posed their body and blew a kiss at the mirror. “We look great. This is so much better than the way we were.”

Not wanting to arouse Angelica against her will further, Steve didn’t respond. It had to be the magic mucking with their brains. Nobody outside this apartment would find a ten titted, two headed, dog woman attractive. Steve looked away from the mirror. Before things were not fine. She admitted that but this fix was so extreme. Was this really what Tina wanted?

“Angelica?” Steph called out after Steve didn’t engage with her. “Could you help us with the brushing?”

“There will be no talking,” Angelica appeared, two bright orange ball gags dangling from one finger. Seeing them, Steve and Steph’s tail tucked between their legs.

“We’ll be good.” Steph promised, and Steve nodded.

“Come out to the living room.” She beckoned and the pair followed. A new clutch of eggs sat in the recliner. They sat in the dining room chair, still pulled up to the coffee table. “We’ll get you girls some thick handled brushes at the end of this, but till then I guess I’m your groomer.” She chuckled, “These are the rules if you want a groom. No talking. No touching me. No teasing me. Otherwise we’re going undo all my work. You say one word, you get gagged and I know huskies hate being muzzled. Nod if you understand.”

Both Steph and Steve nodded.

The brushing started with their long hair, she brushed out a few tangles, quickly and efficiently. Then she combed through the fluffy fur that coated her forearms and paws. It wasn’t until Angelica bid them to rise did the pantheress struggled with her concentration. Her tongue kept flicking out of her mouth to sweep across her lips and her thick tail lashed behind her. As she circled around to the pair’s front, Steve could smell the thick scent of her arousal and felt her own pussy dampen as Angelica paused her brushing to stare at the fur that hid Steve and Steph’s sex. Steve found herself more than a little tempted to grab Angelica’s horns and push her nose a little closer to those sensitive folds.

“You could groom us with your tongue if you’d like mistress. We’d enjoy that.” Steph offered, voice bright with hope.

Angelica snorted. Without speaking, she grabbed a gag from the coffee table, rose and fitted it to Steph’s mouth. “Any other offers?” She asked Steve.

Steve just shook his head in response.

“Good girl.” Angelica praised and patted her cheek. It didn’t help the dampness between their legs but Angelica purred with satisfaction as she returned to finish the brushing. Steve hoped that her willpower would collapse but the pleasent strokes of the bristles ended without additional incidents.

“There. All brushed and freshed!” Angelica rewarded them with a hug and lick to each cheek. “Now go get dressed. You two are going out to do some shopping.”

“Mmmmph?!” Steph asked.

“Yes. What?” Steve echoed the sentiment of her muffled sister.

“Not all of us have been blessed with magically altered wardrobes, I need some new clothes and we’re going run out of omelet fixings soon. So don’t worry your pretty heads about it and go get dressed while I get some breakfast going.” Reaching out, she turned Steph and Steve towards the bedroom and got them moving with a light bum swat.

Tina still slumbered as Steve struggled into one of the rather complicated undergarments designed to support their many breasts. Fortunately, they were constructed with consideration for their lack of thumbs. They all hooked in the front rather than the back and the lace concealed loops that their claws could use to manipulate them into place. Steve picked out a conservative dress that only showcased their upper most set of breasts with a long skirt. Steph wanted the outfit that Tina had dressed them up in, but Steve pretended not to understand her muffled protests.

The smell of breakfast woke Tina and drew all of them back to the kitchen. Angelica undid Steph’s gag and then served a breakfast of cheese omelets. They were a light pink in color but they smelled so good that nobody had even a word of protest. They devoured the meal. Tina even licking the grease from the plate. Angelica went around the table serving coffee into the largest mugs Steve and Tina possessed.

Steve and Steph clutched their mug between their paws, trading off sips. Tina carefully poured gulps of it down her gullet. Angelica made a face at her first sip, added a large amount of milk and took delicate laps at the top of the liquid. A light, careful conversation flowed, everyone confessed to both well rested and tired.

The cards were in the center of the table. Steve couldn’t be sure if they had been there this entire time or had sudden sprung into existence out of thin air. Either way, everyone focused on them. Oddly, none of their own decks were present. Only the inscrutable main deck sat dead center on the table.

Tina pulled her four armed robe around herself, “Its too early for a turn. We are not prepared for the day yet.”

“At least your clothing self tailored.” Angelica grumped.

“Ah, Mistress with all your fluff you have no need of clothing. You’d cover all your lovely spots!” Steph commented.

Steve laughed, “Not to mention you’re at least thirty percent fur by volume. If you wear one of midriff outfits its going to look like you're wearing a furry inner tube.”

“Where’d I put those gags?” Angelica gave both Steve and Steph a death glare.

“Heh!” Tina laughed with a bark force. “Focus ladies. The deck.”

“I’m not a lady.” Steve mumbled to herself as all eyes returned to the show boating pile of cards.

With sound of a tinny trumpet a card dealt itself to the center of the table. All stood to read it.

“New Round! New Rules.” It declared in bold text. Steve leaned in to read smaller font below it. “Turns now proceed once quests are completed. Each turn will have a separate quest. To unlock turn seven collect five rods of moon silver and bring them to the Elfford Manor.”

“Rods of moonsilver?!” Angelica’s entire body puffed with her shock. “Where the hell are we supposed to get that? We’re not made of money or illegal magical metals game!”

“At least its not Orichalcum.” Tina said. “The kingdom might withstand the purchase of an amount of moonsilver if we can find a supplier.” Her gaze settled on Steve and Steph.

“Oooh!” Steph perked as their tail wagged. “Auntie Isabell! She knows where we could get some, or sell it to us.”

“No!” Steve whimpered. “There has to be someone else! Anyone else. I haven’t talked to her in years.”

“She is the only witch we know.” Tina said.

Steve shook her head. If aunt Isabell saw her like this, the entire family would hear about it within a week. She wasn’t too clear on what sort of magic Aunt Isabell dealt, but within the family she traded gossip by the boatful. “Maybe we could go to that shop downtown, Marigold’s right?”

“You can’t even get in the door there without flashing a magic license.” Tina scratched at her ear.

“Maybe…” Steve grasped at straws. “We could make a deal with one of their customers?”

“Woof!” Steph bounced their body up and down. “We could stand outside with a sign that we will do tricks for treats! Especially for moonsilver rods!”

“Absolutely not you dirty minded dog.” Steve growled as their shared sex tingled with Steph’s thoughts.

Steph smiled unrepentantly, “It was your suggestion.”

“Enough.” Tina declared with airy chortle. “Steve you shall txt your aunt. I will take care of the cat. We’ve gotten her all riled up and wet.”

“I’m not… riled.” Angelica spoke between clenched teeth, her chest heaving with her heavy breathing.

Steph giggled, eased her foot out of the low heel they wore, reached out under the table and buried their toes in the thick fur of Angelica’s leg. “Does the kitty want some heavy petting?”

“Damn… trigger.” Angelica moaned, starting to grind against the top of the seat. Tina got up and simply extended one of her giant palms to Angelica’s nose. The cat bird sniffed once her eyes rolled back slightly as she spoke in a murmur. “It was just a… conversation.” Her protest uttered, she lapped at the offered pad. Grinning, Tina enfolded her in her arms and bore her off to the bedroom.

Steph watched them go with longing. “Hurry up and call your aunt so we can play too.”

“Gotta figure out where the hell my cellphone went first. Let's clean up these dishes first.” Steve lifted his own plate from the table and walked them towards the sink.

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