A Game of No Hands Chapter 12

Steve was still tripping over itself by the time he faced the apartment’s cracked clawed tub. A scaffold of metal poles had been setup, so one ran across the length of the tub, about two feet above the lip. Steve recognized what the cobbled together setup was supposed to represent, a groomer’s station, where you clip a short lead to prevent the dog from moving around too much.

“In you go.” Angelica patted him on the bum.

Trying to avoid another GG, he obeyed. The bar’s position forced him to squat beneath it. Angelica nudged his shoulder, and he toppled forward onto his paws and knees. The motion jolted his heavy breasts and their swing stirred his body with a fresh wave of arousal. His tail flipped upward and his tentacles slid from of their hiding places and reaching toward Angelica

A carabiner clicked as Angelica secured his lead to the bar and caught one of the vivid pink tentacles as it tried to wrap around her wrist. “Why, you dirty girl. Are you trying to distract me with that needy scent and these?”

“N-no!” Steve stammered as Angelica squeezed the tip of the tentacle with her fingers and his words unraveled, reducing him to a plaintive whine. The tentacle itself, tender and sensitive, not like Steve’s slick inner walls but still akin to a ridiculously long nipple. The sensation mixed with the tug of gravity on his breasts and strange radiant rightness that emanated from the paw pads bearing his weight to completely overwhelm him and scatter all but the basest of thoughts.

Angelica didn’t see the glazing of Steve’s eyes or the way his black full lips went slack, her eyes focused on the tentacle tip. Feline nostrils flared.

“Smells sooo…” she whispered to herself as brought the tip to her lips. It eagerly slid through them. Angelica closed her eyes and suckled eagerly on it as her free hand squeezed her fully extended knot. The other tentacle found her tit and swiftly encircled it.

Steve's nipples burned with jealously and her sex plumped in anticipation. Instinctively she thrust her spade high into the air. That cock, that knot. She remembered it, she wanted it.

“Mmmph! Mmmph!” Were the sounds Angelica made as the tentacles guided her to the rear of the tub. She came as her thigh bumped against the tub’s rim, a stream of white, ropey cum arching onto Steve’s furry thighs. With a sucking pop she pulled the tentacle from her mouth with a gasp.

“Bad girl!” She managed between panting breaths. “You’re a bad girl!”

The words sent a spike of ice through Steve's heart and she flinched. The tentacles whipped through the air as they withdrew into her lower back. She protested with a rolling babble of jumbled canine sounds.

“Don’t you sass me!” Angelica growled. “Trying to distract me will not get you out of this. God, you really are a husky.”

Steve whined and wriggled his still needy dog cunt.

“No.” Angelica said, as she took the shower head down and turned on the water. “I am not getting tied to you.” She let the water spray run over her furry fingers for a moment before adding, “Right now. I have to make you all pretty for her highness.”

Ignoring the Steve’s whines, she turned the water on her, spraying with professional ease. Steve tried to back out of the way of the stream, but the leash and the smallness of the tub prevented escape. The warm water took the overwhelming arousal down a notch.

“I don’t understand why I’m so sensitive to scents.” Angelica groused as she up tended a bottle of shampoo and squirted a line down Steve’s spine. “The card was busy mouth, not over sexed nose. It’s not fair that both your and Tina’s scent toss my brain out my ear holes. Maybe it make sense if you were cats. This game makes very little sense.”

As she talked, her hands expertly worked the shampoo into Steve’s skin and fur. The touch was businesslike and non-sexual but wonderful all the same. She released little happy howls as the hands found sensitive areas, her ears, the underside of her breasts and the flesh that concealed her tentacles.

“Oh, you like that, do you? Good girl.” Angelica said as she moved toward Steve's tail. It scattered her words back into the either but Steve was beyond the point of caring. Her spade still ached, and she yelped when Angelica neared it.

“I better do something about that or you’re going to muss all that fur before I get it trimmed.” She said, then quieter, “Or I’m also going to need a grooming.”

Steve liked that idea, lowering her head to the drain and presenting herself for a good fucking.

“You’re such a slut Steve.” Angelica laughed, “Maybe I can give you a little treat.”

I’m not a slut! Steve blinked as the first worded thought crossed Steve’s mind since Angelica had grabbed a tentacle.

The winged leopard retrieved a black case from among her tools and present it to Steve. “I’ve had this for a while. More as a joke than anything. I can’t take anything half as large up the rear but you’ll like it, won’t you girl? They call it the Cerberus.” Angelica displayed a Cheshire grin as she flipped the case open. Steve's eyes widened as the light shined off the contents, a massive cherry red canine silicon cock. A foot long including the knot, thicker than Tina and Angelica combined. “Now bend over Good Girl.”

Steve whimpered in both fear and excitement as Angelica circled around to the rear of the tub. Without ceremony Angelica lifted the flagging tail and shoved the Cerberus into the swollen canine sex. Steve howled as her swollen bits were suddenly filled and then stretched to their limit.

“About halfway, not bad.” Angelica commented. Then she turned it on.

Steve’s perceptions exploded as the bathroom reverberated with a buzz that rivaled the roared of chainsaw. Muscles spasmed, neurons firing randomly. The vibrations swept through Steve’s body too fast to register as either pleasure or pain, blasting over all her previous expectations. She screamed out a single atonal note. “AAAAAaaaaaaa!” As her lungs reached empty the white hot sensation cooled down to drone of ecstasy oscillating through her body. Already down on her elbows she covered her mouth with her paws and made soft whimpers into her pads.

“Ooops.” Angelica’s voice cooed, “Probably should have started with a setting below the big bang. Anyway, shall we if that loosened you up?”

“Mmmh!” Steve exclaimed with perfect clarity as the buzzing phallus shoved deeper into her internal organs. As the vibrating silicon stretched her still new walls to their absolute limit it touched off a quivering explosion, that cascaded into another, until her nethers were like a chinese firecracker, a string of uncoordinated flashes of pleasure. Her paws dung at the side of ceramic tub as she collapsed. “Ah ah ah ah! AAAH!” Everything clench once and the Cerebrus popped out of her like a cork on a shaken Champaign bottle.

“Did you enjoy your treat?” Angelica gazed down on Steve from seemingly miles over head.

“Uh huh.” Steve responded, so limp that she couldn’t really feel her limbs and really didn’t care one way or another.

A door opened and Steve twitch an ear at Tina’s voice. “Are you murdering my husband in here?”

Angelica’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Just applying a behavioral correction your highness. She should be sated for an hour or two.”

“Is he…?”

“She’ll be fine. This is your idea remember. Now sod off and let me work. You’ll like it. I promise. She will too.”

The door closed.

Chuckling Angelica reappeared in Steve’s view, her horns glinting in the light. The massive wings fluttered once, stirring the air. “Your wife’s a marshmellow dom. Too late for cold paws now.” Her eyes rolled, “Well not really, we could stop here but then we wouldn’t get to see how this goes and I’m hella curious.”

At the moment, Steve was about as conversive as a wall and stared up at her uncomprehendingly.

“Glad I used a break away collar. Now get up. We have to finish your shampoo.”

Listlessly, Steve slow climbed back to her paws and knees. Swathed in a layer of afterglow and exhaustion she was content to let Angelica’s roaming hands lather up her hips and tail, then rinse.

The loudness of the blow dryer stirred her a little as did Angelica’s sparsely used good girls.

“Good thing you don’t have full body coverage yet or this would take forever.” Angelica chatted at Steve as combed out the white fur, telling a few outlandish stories about unruly dogs she groomed. With her nethers sore and sated Steve complied with her instructions, after all, she was a good girl. The appearance of scissors stirred some weariness but soft praise and treat, a crunchy one, convinced her to let Angelica work. In particular Steve liked the shaping she gave her paws, cutting back the fluff, so they didn’t look quite so comically large.

Then things took a turn towards services that were not generally included by pet groomers. Tina’s collection nail polish and make up appeared.

“Wait… I don’t need…” Steve mustered up the words after a long silence.

“Don’t you want to see how pretty you can be?” Angelica paused her squinting at the various colors to scratch Steve’s ear.

She was so deep into this, a pearl of curiosity had formed toward the end result. Yet, one thing still stuck in her craw. “Tina said… Tina said, she’d make this permanent.”

“Oh she did, did she?” Angelica purred, leaning down to nuzzle Steve’s cheek. “Make up, hair styling and nail polish is never permanent. Don’t you worry. We’re all having a bit of fun. Gimmie your paw.”

Steve did so, and she shoved large wedges of foam between her digits.

“We have four turns left. Four more changes not counting extra cards. Think how monstrous Tina’s going to be at the end of that as the Yeen Queen.” Angelica said as shook up a bottle of vivid pink nail polish. “You think Tina’s going want to live like that forever? She doesn’t have gonads. If she makes this last a year I’ll be surprised.” She reached out to cradle one of Steve’s breasts, thumbing the nipple.

That simple touch, sparked a fresh desire within the midsts of Steve’s aching parts.

“Its me you have to worry about making this all permanent.” Angelica spread one wing, it reached the door. “For what is worth, you make for a very, very good girl.”

“Really?” Steve heard herself ask, tail starting to wag.

“Hun. It's taking sooo much willpower not to start sucking on each of these nipples and work my way down to your cute little cunt.”

They stared at each other. Angelica licked her lips as Steve's thoughts split into two parallel streams.

One went, no no no no no.

The other, yes, yes, yes, Yes! Fuck me.

Angelica looked away and uncapped the nail bottle, “But then we ruin the whole grooming and I want to see what Tina’s got planned.” The moment passed as she applied the nail polish. Then as that dried, Angelica did Steve’s hair, collecting the whiter strands at the temples and side into two long braids that reached down below the first set of breasts, while the darker grey formed bangs and waves down her back. Bit of lipstick and Angelica paused with the eye shadow pencil to squint at Steve’s left eye before continuing.

It all comes off, Steve reminded himself throughout the process even as the impatience to see the result built with every minute.

“All done!” Angelica finally declared. “Now that’s a makeover.”

Steve sprang up from the toilet where she’d been seated, intending to rush over the mirror above the sink. A wing swiftly block her view.

“Not till your dressed!” Angelica gestured toward the door.

Steve whined but the purple and black plumage did not budge. With a huff she attempted to stride out of the bathroom, fumbling with the knob broke the momentum.

Once outside, the fall of Tina’s jaw almost justified this ordeal? Process? Whatever this was. Steve had never seen Tina’s eyes roam her body like that.

Giggling excitedly Tina declared, “You are absolutely adorable! Oh My God! You are going to smash brains once we get you dressed.” Tina pounced Steve, muzzle thrusting forward to meet her lips.

“Don’t muss her makeup!” Angelica cried from the bathroom and Tina diverted her lips at the last second, wrapping Steve in a crushing hug. Her tail joined in, wrapping tightly around Steve’s leg.

“I love it!” Tina said, stepping back, her predatory eyes shined, her spikey crest looking taller some how. “How to do you feel?”

“Like…” Steve’s tail gave a tentative wag. “Like a good girl?”

Tina let out a cackle, “ Ha haaaah! Like a gorgeous girl, you mean. You have no idea how long I’ve dreamed of this. Come with me!”

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