A Game of No Hands Chapter 10

Steve drove as boring as one could without thumbs and prayed to whatever gods that might exist that he didn’t get pulled over. The possibility of trying to explain to a cop why a bound and gagged leopard angel knelt in the back of his SUV, drove him to constant anxious pant. Well, she wasn’t really bound, Angelica’s hands were in plain view every time he batted at the rearview mirror to get a look. Nothing, other than Tina’s looming presence, stopped Angelica from reaching up and removing the ball gag from her mouth. Still, that appeared to be more than enough.

Tina insisted Angelica would be fine, her royal highness was simply proving a point to the punky Pantheress. Steve tried to ignore the muffled exclamations and wing flutters that preluded the pungent scent of fresh Angelica spunk every fifteen minutes or so. It took constant concentration to keep his own latest additions in check. The tentacles, which coiled in small cavities above his hips, ached along with every other erogenous zone as he drove. The one time he’d let them slid up into his slick spade, he’d nearly drifted into another car. So he’d clamped down on his horny body and tried to ignore the slow inversion of his sexual equipment. The damn dick came back hard and insistent. He tried to marshal his thoughts away from the treat Tina had promised but he kept imagining Tina’s long tongue curling around his cock. The fantasy grew stronger the closer they got to home.

By the time they were within fifteen minutes of home, the image of both Tina and Angelica lapping at his cock were starting to blot out his view of the road. As they pulled into the parking lot his control faltered and the tentacles snaked out from their hiding places to wrap around his cock. He squeezed into their assigned parking spot before slumping over the steering wheel and letting the slick warmth of the tentacles work. Far clumsier around the cock than buried in a pussy. They kept slipping off the tip.

“Heheh nak nak!” The quiet laugh his only warning before a long tongue licked at his ears. “Need your treat now?”

Not waiting for his obviously affirmative answer, she used a single claw to peel up Steve’s skirt to expose his entwined cock. They yielded to her instant tongue. The broad tongue wrapped around his dick, once, twice before she took in within her muzzle and sucked hard.

Steve barked and whimpered as he came immediately, his cum pulled out him rather than expelled. Only after his ball ached with emptiness, did she release him. He fell back as he panted her lips came up to meet his. They shared a tender kiss before her lips parted and she held most of his face within the span of her jaws. Each ear felt teeth. Steve froze, a sudden bolt of panic ripping down his spine.

Tina swiftly relented, sounding a small giggle and grinning toothily. “Am I scary?”

“Little bit.” Steve admitted.

“We’ve always been the small one. The partner you have to be careful not to hurt. Heee hee! Not now though!” Mania shined in her eyes.

“Its… uh. Ah. Nice to have that switched around, for a little while.” Steve said, his heart beating so hard he press a paw against his chest to reinforce his ribs.

The grin stretched across her entire muzzle. “For a little while?” She echoed before chuckling darkly and withdrawing into the back.

Steve shivered, at least she seemed happy with him staying male for the moment. She hadn’t GG’d him at all.

In the back Tina set to rousing her captive, “Come now, time to use those clever fingers.”

Angelica mrowled piteously as Tina pried her gag from her mouth and coughed lightly.

By the time Steve had carefully used a tentacle to extract his keys from the steering column and exited the SUV, Tina had opened the back.

She carefully extracted a shaking and shivering Angelica, who’s neck now sported the dog collar. The cat bird fluttered uneasily on her feet and leaned on Tina, seeking to maximize contact between them.

“Is she okay?” Steve asked.

“She is deep in subby land.” Tina laughed, cradled the back of Angelica’s hand and pet her cheek with her massive thumb. Angelica leaned into it, purring. “We need to put her to bed.”

“It not even six.” Steve noted.

A wicked grin lit her face, “Pets sleep more than their owners.” She reached out and booped Steve nose.

He shivered. Tina maneuvered up beside him so they were hip to thigh and hugged him with her free hand. Their height difference remained but her muzzle allow her to lick his cheek without stretching.

“We love you husband. Tonight, we shall allow you to rest but tomorrow…” She growled aggressively. “We’re going to destroy you.”

“Destroy me?” Steve yipped and tried to flinch away but her grip held him fast.

She giggled with amusement, “We will determine if we love the good girl you more.”

The excitement of the trigger ran headlong into the shivering fear and burst out Steve as startled bark. She let him go. He skittered out of range and stared back at her, breath heaving. “I… I…” He gasped, grasping for coherent words but his thoughts were a jumbled mass of conflicting desires. A desperate want for her attention and the love in her eyes warred with his need for control she was denying him. This was a game, just a game right?

“Get the bags.” Tina’s eye contained plenty of love but no mercy for Steve’s conflicted state. “Kitty here with the clever hands will get the door. Won’t she?”

“Uh huh.” Angelica echoed as Tina piloted her towards the stairs, leaving Steve standing there.

Belatedly, he realized his tail had been wagging. He stilled the traitorous limb with effort and ignored his half stiff cock attempting to tent his skirt. Pushing away his thoughts on Tina, he focused on the mess the pair of them had made out of back of the SUV. Several suit cases had been opened and impressive amount of sex toys were scattered about. Many he had no idea Tina had possessed, another reminder at how poorly he’d been satisfying his wife’s sexual wants. As he herded the object back into the bags he tried and failed to convince himself they were all Angelica’s but they all fit neatly in Tina’s “gym” bag. The zippers proved to be a puzzle. They defeated even the tentacles’ attempts to grip them. To seal the bags and avoid leaving a trail of dildos and multicolored ropes that led up their apartment he had to use his teeth. That problem solved he shouldered his and her duffel bags and wheeled Angelica’s large suitcase towards the elevator.

One neighbor snuck into the elevator with him as the doors started to close. The handsome Carlos who lived upstairs. “Wow!” He exclaimed, “Amazing cosplay Steve. I didn’t know you and Tina were into that.”

Steve blushed to his ears as he haltingly spun a story about a convention and darted out of the elevator before Carlos could ask which one. Fortunately, Tina had left the door to the apartment open, and he dashed through it before any other neighbors could appear. Kicking the door closed Steve dropped the bags and let himself rest against the door.

Surveying the apartment hurt. They’d left it a total stye. The door opened into their living area where a futon from college and a newer recliner sat in front of massive entertainment center crammed with gadgets and game consoles. Evidence of his Steve’s all night anime binges pile up everywhere. Soda and beer cans covered most of the available surface of the coffee and end tables, a half full bag of chips lay open and both the carpet and upholstery were so stained with past spills they were starting to resemble a gross abstract painting. Tina had given up policing his, “theater area” and staring at it now, he marveled at the fact he hadn’t been served with divorce papers.

From the bedroom he heard Tina coo, “Does Kitty want a little suck before her nap? Hehe! Oh good kitty! Thasss aaaah!”

He felt a pang of jealousy towards Angelica but quickly dismissed it. No wonder Tina had never brough Angelica back to their apartment. He had to tame this mess before Angelica came to her senses!

Shrugging off her own fatigue, Steve bustled into the kitchen, which as Tina’s domain was far less of a disaster but every surface could use a thorough scrubbing. It did occur to Steve that this was the damn cleaning compulsion at work but even pre game Steve understood the importance of tidying for company. He liked Angelica and wanted to make a good impression; the compulsion merely added a bit of mania to this want to clean. Right?. Even without it his first instinct would be to pick up some. Yes. That was rational and had nothing to do with fact he wore a maid uniform.

The trash bags were a pain to get open but once they were he was in business. Scooping up cans by the armload and dumping them into the bag. The tentacles extending out beneath his skirt to snatch up escapees. He had to be careful with them as he found that their tips tasted what they touched and tasting the spots on the carpet had him gagging with revulsion. Once the trashed was cleared, the vacuum was next.

The noise summoned Tina out of the bedroom, she stood, oversized arms crossed, watching Steve with half-lidded eyes and amusement playing across her muzzle. As Steve just about finished, she ventured into the room and tilted the futon back. Steve winced when he saw the things hidden under there. He fetched a fresh trash bag and probably would have sold his soul for rubber gloves that fit over his paws. He settled for using the dust pan with a handle just barely thick enough for him to grip. Then he sprayed the entire area with the most caustic cleaning agent they possessed. Afterword, as he scrubbed his paws in the kitchen Tina embraced him from behind. Her femcock hard against his buttock.

“We once ask our mother what she found sexy, and she said: A man cleaning. We understand that now.” Tina whispered.

Steve appreciated the hug but his attention was on the gunk that pulled uncomfortably in his fur. “Sorry I let it get so bad.” There was so much left to be done. The carpet cleaner beneath the sink might not touch the spots and he wondered if he could rent a carpet shampooer on short notice. Even his tentacles hadn’t stirred.

She laughed and squeezed him tighter. “Oh you’re focused, not everything changes. We shall proceed with dinner then.” A kiss on his cheek and a scratch at his ears gave Steve a warm sensation before she parted.

Steve attacked the stains with vigor but ultimately the stain won. Steve ran out of steam when Tina announce dinner.

Glad for a break joined Tina at their small kitchen table, she’d broiled some steaks and fried some green beans.

“Impressive.” Steve commented as he experimented with wrapping a tendril around the shafts of his fork and knife. While they held the silverware, small precise movement proved to be beyond them as he succeeded in only flailing them about ineffective. Tina took his plate and carefully cut up the steak into chunks.

“These mega mitts are surprisingly dexterous,” She extolled, “The problem is seeing what they do.”

Steve ate his meal face in his plate. Halfway through meal Angelica strode into the kitchen, wearing nothing but the dog collar. He tensed, waiting for a comment on the state of the apartment but she said nothing and gave his ear an affectionate scratch as she turned a chair around.

Tina laughed softly. “Is our kitty bird hungry?”

Angelica kept her eyes on the table but smirked, “Yes my glorious Queen.”

A soft grumble escaped Tina, “Careful my pet. Consider the consequences of your words. We are all tired.”

“Very well my mistress. I live to serve,” She winked at Steve, “For now.”

The evening continued as a low-key affair. Angelica did the dishes as Steve continue to attack the living room mess. Tina lured them both to the couch for cuddling and a movie. Which proved logistically complex due to Angelica’s wings. She first attempted to hang them over the back of the couch but that twisted some pin feathers. Laying across Steve and Tina laps meant they had to constantly hold the wings down to avoid them from flapping up into their faces or blocking the view. They wound up pulling the futon mattress off the frame and tossing it on the floor with a half dozen pillows. There was some light sucking, teasing and tentacle jobs but none of them had the energy required to really get carried away in the horniness of their altered bodies. Emails were written to employers about having a terrible flu and they drifted toward the bedroom.

Steve removed the maid’s dress and was relieved that he was able to do so. However, opening his dresser drawer, he found that all his boxers had been transmuted into panties and stockings, mostly black and white but a few pastel colors sprinkled in there. Checking his closet revealed a similar situation, maid uniforms from modern and conservative to latex fetish wear hung from the hangers. With a huff he abandoned his clothing and went to bed naked.

Tina grinned as she folded a furred arm across his chest and pulled herself close.

“Don’t worry, we’ll pick out a great outfit for you tomorrow.” She whispered.

She giggled her animal laugh when he protested.

A wing spread across them and Steve wondered why he, while still out weighing both women, found himself as the littlest spoon.

Regardless, sleep claimed him before he found an answer he liked.

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