A Game of No Hands Chapter 7

“Steve! I command you to rise! We must pack.” Tina barked her husband to wakefulness.

Bleary eyed and uncaffinated, he sleepily shoved clothing into suitcases.

There was a hurried explanation about over sleeping and checkout time. Something about how she couldn’t find another booking for tonight.

They had to drive home now. He got that much but when he approached the driver’s seat he found himself unable to retrieve the keys from his pocket. He’d been so sleepy that he barely noticed Tina’s assistance with his shorts, both slicing a hole for his tail and doing the button. However, the tight pocket would only admit two of his fat digits and the keys refused to hook neatly on a claw.

Tina herded him over to the passenger side. “We shall drive. Do not worry.”

“Can you even sit in the driver’s seat with that tail?” Angelica yawned, showing off her many pointy teeth.

“We shall try. Get in.” Tina tail arced up above her head, tip curling and uncurling as if eager to strangle someone. Even the Punk Pantheress seemed disinclined to argue with Tina while she was in go mode and slipped into the back seat. Steve watched as Tina leaned the seat all the way back and angled the seat itself forward. Even getting in proved awkward, draping the tail over her shoulder and kind of flinging herself up into the SUV’s cab. Then the tail lay across the lowered seat back and curled into bench seat behind, it’s tip landing in Angelica’s lap.

“Ooooh. A toy.” Angelica cooed.

“Not while I’m driving!” Tina said with a growled chuckle. “Heh, nak.” The tail flicked down into the space between the seats as Angelica shiver slightly.

“Where are we going?” Steve’s neuron fired belatedly as Tina fiddled more with the seat controls, trying to comfortable position. Driving without back support was going to be weird.

“Coffee hopefully.” Angelica responded.

“A definite first stop.” Tina agreed and started the engine. “Not driving like this for eight hours without caffeine.”

“Home?” Steve blinked and looked down at his large clumsy paws. “We can’t go home like this!”

“We cannot stay at this domicile. Its time has elapsed.” Tina responded.

Panic clawed at Steve’s heart. “Can’t you extend it? Book us a new place? The neighbors will see us!”

“We were attempting to last night! But then a ruffian…” She glared at Angelica in her rearview mirror. Nostril’s flaring, she smiled back, totally unrepented. “Assaulted our royal personage and forced us into a submissive state of judgment and logistical concerns were flushed from our agenda.”

“Oh so this is my fault pet?” Angelica shifted in her seat, neither Tina nor Steve could see the way her pink skirt had begun to tent.

Tina tugged on the dog collar she still wore. “Mistresses assume responsibilities!”

“Why couldn’t you just book another place?” Steve whined.

“Heh! We have been attempting all morning!” Tina growled. “There are no properties available on such short notice.”

“What about a hotel? It's a sunday morning, there have to be hotel rooms in a tourist town.” Steve argued. “They can’t all be booked.”

“We will not lower ourselves to such an establishment.” Tina drove on, navigating the suburban neighborhood toward the coastal town’s commercial district, where there would be coffee.

“Lower yourself to a hotel? Book a nice one then!” Steve own voice gained a growl.

Tina tittered, “Is our speech. We require privacy to complete our entertainment.”

“We’ll put up the do not disturb thing on the door knob.”

“Better to simply return to home while it is an option!” She snarled.

The ‘pets’ argued, totally oblivious to the effect it had on their erstwhile mistress. Her mind tumbled in confusion, Steve and Tina we having a normal argument, nothing sexy about it. Yet, as the pair’s words heated up, the way their passions drew them to snarl and growl sent firestorms of want whirling through Angelica’s body. Her cock strained against the fabric of her skirt, the canine cock skin burning with a fire that screamed to be quenched. Freeing it from the fabric, she seized her cock with both hands.

“We’re will endure these forms for least a month Stephen! Perhaps longer. Letting that busy Mrs. Gringe spy us is unavoidable! We have larger concerns!” Tina’s voice edged up to a shout.

Steve’s ears were half wilted, his tail twitched against the seat, trying to tuck between his legs but blocked by the seat. Still, he didn’t back down. “Well you should have booked it longer then!”

“Yes but we-” Tina paused, her wide ears finally catching Angelica’s frantic panting as she pumped her cock. “Angelica! We are driving here!”

The rebuke only added fuel to the fire of Angelica’s need. A need that her hands were doing absolutely nothing against. “I-, I-,” she grasps for words to explain it but could not find them in the fire of want.

Steve twisted to stare at Angelica’s desperate masturbation and laughed as he recalled her last card. “Aww are you finding our conflict… Heated?”

His voice summoned an image of the dripping spade that Steve had possessed briefly in Angelica’s mind. It called as oasis of relief to her burning cock. Her dilated eyes snapped up to Steve’s lust burning in the black of her pupils. “I-, I- need my g-good g-girl! Be my good g-girl!”

Fresh excitement flooded through Steve’s system, the tension banished from his face, replaced with a brainless joy.

“This is not the time! We are lodged in traffic!” Tina’s protests fell on two pairs of ears deaf to them.

“Are you a good girl? Be my good girl Stevie and come here. Be my good girl and I’ll give you a nice treat.”

Steve squirmed under the good girl bombardment. Not here, not now, he begged at the magic in his body but it only responded by letting him feel his cock shrink away, the pleasure with compacting into a single point hidden by the swollen lips of a spade. Utterly unreachable by clumsy paws.

“Good girl. Good girl.”

Steve couldn’t tell if Angelica still called out the words or they were bouncing around in his own skull but they fueled the growth of a needy cavern within. It tunneled up deeper than before, demanding to be filled. What would be the harm really? No one could see. The windows were tinted. The last of his resistance evaporated. He hooked the lever on the side of the seat and the motor whirred as the barrier between Steven and Angelica lowered. Seat belts unclipped.

Tina’s high laugh filled with disbelief as she shouted, “We banish you both to the back!”

Angelica didn’t argue, she scooted over and clawed at the seat top until she found the latch. She lowered it down and hurled herself into the trunk compartment.

“Come here Stevie. Come here and be my good girl.” She cooed and displayed her delicious candy red cock.

Steve tried to tell her lay off the magic words, but the words jumbled together into a muddle of sounds. Each good girl grew the yawning space between his hips. As he crawled to Angelica, his hip were widening to make room.

Not that Angelica had any rational neurons in her head. “Good girl, Good Girl.” She muttered like a mantra. Only stopping once she positioned Steve on his hands and knees in front of her and pulled down his shorts. She gasped at the size of the dripping canine cunt and licked at the puffy lips beneath the lifted tail.

Whimper of urgent need were Steve’s only reply, but Angelica understood. Throwing herself across Steve back she thrust her cock deep into his spade. Juice splashed out around the tapered cock like that of an overripe fruit. Both cried out as their burning skins quenched the other.

“Oh my good girl.” Angelica panted as grabbed hold of Steve’s love handles and thrusted, then withdrew. “You’re a good girl,” and thrusted again.

“Good girl.” Thrust.

“Good girl.” Thrust.

“Good girl.” Thrust.

Pleasure and praised hammered Steve as he used a paw to cushion his head as Angelica drove it against the plastic wall of the SUV. Each parting of his feminine flesh shot sparks up his spine as the magic word squeezed at his very essence. Caught between the two, a sense of impossible pressure built. The orgasm came not shivering his loins but from sudden crack deeper than any phallus could reach. In shivering bliss that radiated outward, Steve saw her, that happy husky maid from the cards, loosed inside him. Relax, you’re a good girl, she soothed. Now with every thrust she claimed more of his body. Angelica tightened her grip on a shrinking waist as flesh flowed fat toward his thighs. Steve felt the feather touch of the maid’s duster across the inside of each nipple as they swelled. Those on his stomach just enough to feel their extra weight as each impact rocked him. While the four on his chest grew into swinging pendulums.

Angelica’s strokes grew longer, deeper through this and as the little maid plucked out Steve’s adam’s apple, Angelica abandoned thrusting entirely. Instead she grabbed fistfuls of Steve’s ass and ground her knot against the swollen pussy lips.

“Good girl,” said the husky maid as she began to open doors in Steve’s head. Flooding him with sparkles, dresses, happy tails and shapely wants.

“I’m a good girl,” Steve echo with high soft voice, through thick black lips. “I’ll be your girl!” Brown hair shifted to a pattern of black and white before cascading downward, lengthening almost to the floor.

“I’m- Awwwwwoooo!” She howled as the knot popped into her and her canine sex tightened around it.

Angelica roared as she shot her hot seed deep into Steve’s virgin womb.

Outside, spectators giggled as the car stopped shaking side to side.

Out of breath, Angelica collapsed onto Steve’s back, her throbbing balls still pumping cum. Sweat shined on the skin that her spotted fur had not claimed.

“More.” Steve moaned as she felt the flow taper off. “Give me more!”

Angelica yelped in surprise as Steve’s broad buttocks drove her into the wall and ground against her hips. “Steve! What-”

Muscles clenched hard around Angelica’s cock, pulling it even deeper into the hungry spade. The sheer force of it caused Angelica mouth to open in a silent scream.

“Steve isn’t here. I’m Steph! I’m your good girl! Gimmie all your cum! I want it! I want it all! Give the good girl all your Cum!” Steph spoke with a desperate, hungry pant.

“Aaaaaaa! Gaaaawd!” Angelica whisper screamed as Steph’s grinding and squeezing milked last spurt from her. Her body flopped back against the wall, her very bones ached with empty. “Thats it. That’s all I have.” She pled as she attempted pull out.

The knot held tight.

“More!” Steph barked. “Good girl helps mistress cuz she's a good girl! Yes is she!” Shifting forward she jerked Angelica off the wall by her trapped cock.

Angelica made an inarticulate cry of helpless protest but the pain of the yank paled sensations that flooded her as Steph began to roll onto her back. Angelica gave a keening wail as Steph’s pussy rotated around her cock, the torque around her member both pleasurable and extremely unsettling. Steph had to turn over very slowly in the confined space, keeping her pussy elevated so not to pull Angelica down on top of her.

“Did you break my husband?” Tina called back with a worried snicker as Steph worked her leg past Angelica and set it down while simultaneously pushing up with the other. Angelica had helpfully reached up and braced against the ceiling, supporting a not in substantial portion of Steph’s weight with her cock until she got her legs in position.

“Your husband’s the best!” Steph answered as rested from the turned so proud of herself, her tail beat against Angelica thighs. “She a good girl now! Angelica! Open your eyes and see what a good girl I am!”

Angelica teeth baring grimace relaxed a smidgeon. “That… kinda hurt.”

Steph emitted a playful bark, “I’ll make it up to you. Look at meeee!”

Obeying, Angelica’s eyes cracked open and then nearly sprang from their sockets as they beheld the woman she’d knotted. A curvaceous beauty of a husky girl, with a booty heavy hourglass figure, four heaping handful sized breasts. Six swollen nipples decorated her belly and a long tough hung out the side of the side of her mouth. Happy mania shone from mismatched eyes, one brown and one pale blue. Angelica’s tired cock stiffened as her eyes ate up the way her black and white hair pooled around this woman’s head even as tingling fear crept into her brain.

Nothing about this woman resembled Steve, she didn’t see the man Steph had been at all. Tina might kill her.

“Like it?” Steph asked with her gleaming eyes. “Cum in me more. I want every drop!”

Not waiting for an answer she let her rear fall to the carpeted floor of the trunk space. With a yelp of a canine, Angelica toppled on top of Steph. Those thick padded paws clapped to her back as that long canine tongue licked at her cheek.

“Thrust mistress! Please thrust into your good girl!” Steph insisted.

Angelica pushed herself up off Steph well cushioned chest, “Sorry, but you have it all. Steve-Steph I’m spent.”

“Not yet! I help!” Steph voice pitched to a sinister amount of glee as her paws clapped on either side of Angelica’s head, thick digits hooking around spiraling rams horns and pulled hard. Steph, used to moving around considerably more bulk than the skinny transwoman, easily moved Angelica so their noses met. Then began to lap at the pantheress’s split lip. A shiver stood every hair Angelica possessed on end. Fresh arousal stirred bits back to life as the probing tongue coaxed her jaws open. Rough and smooth tongues jousted, entwined as Angelica’s erection slowly returned and aching soreness accompanied a tired throb in her testicles.

Steph’s paws, no longer needed to hold Angelica’s head close, expertly hooked Angelica upper and lower jaws to force them open wide.

“Aaaah rrrrrooo,” Angelica protested before Steph lapped her tongue across her ridged upper palette. The contact sent fire race through Angelica’s body. Her hips bucked, once, twice, and she was thrusting, tugging the knot back and forth.

Steph rejoiced in the fresh pleasure, wrapped her legs around Angelica’s hips. The cat woman growled and grabbed hold of Steph’s shoulders for greater leverage, pistoning her entire body with each stroke, their breasts squeezing against each other. The nipples of Steph’s belly rubbing against smooth skin. Steph wondered how she’d ever lived without this wonder of being taken, being filling, feeling the cum sloshing around in her belly.

Then finally a new shot of warmth triggered undulation of bliss as both fell still chests heaving against each other, sweat from their still human parts, leeching into fur.

“Did… I do good?” Steph asked.

Angelica gave a halting breath, “Yes, oh yes.”

“Am I your good girl?” She pressed.

“Yes.” Angelica nuzzled her cheek, “but, you have to let me go now.”

“Awww,” Steph whined. “Call me your good girl and maybe.”

“I think you’ve had enough of that for awhile.” Angelica laughed.

“But…” She could feel it, a sort of pushing in her mind, a kernel of panic at what she’d just done, what she’d begged for. “I need it. I don’t wanna go away.”

Angelica smiled and lapped at her cheek. “You’re not going far.” She whispered staring down into her eyes as the ice blue one warmed back to a rich brown. It wasn’t as simple as a switch. First that excited, joyous horniness drained away, leaving the person beneath Angelica staring into the mess of their mind. Sorting through the wreckage of drunken bender.

“Steve?” Angelica asked.

They pondered the name, the continuity behind it. So much of it. Yes they were Steve and that just now had been… Steph. They, Steve sorted things into piles of Steve and Steph. Steph had cared nothing for consequences or anything other than the now.

“Are you finished copulating yet?” An annoyed Tina huffed. “We desire coffee, we have been circling for thirty minutes.”

Steve seized on the opportunity to avoid puzzling out what separated him from Steph. “I’d like a latte mocha please!”

“A blond roast for me.” Angelica added.

“Get dressed for the drive through then.” Tina gave a snorting laugh and shook her head. “We wish to open the windows.” Her own cock flirted with the edge of the steering wheel.

Angelica tugged experimentally, but the knot held fast, “Can’t until your husband lets my dick go.” Then whispered, “You’re back?”

Steve, yes, Steve not Steph. Then a flare of indignation. “You didn’t need to push it that hard.”

Zero apology manifest on the feline face. “Had to see how far it could go. And you, well she got your revenge. I am going to be so fucking sore all day.”

“Husband! Let the cat go.” Tina commanded.

“Trying!” Steve flexed at the unfamiliar muscles but only succeed in making Angelica wince. It still felt good with her inside him. “This might take a while.”

Tina went through the drive through, parked and then handing coffee over the back seat. She nearly dropped them when she saw Steve and his shapely body. “Oh Heeee, nak nak nak!” The laugh escaped as her eyes lit.

“I know!” Angelica exclaimed, “Doesn’t she look so good!”

“He/him still.” Steve’s cheeks heated as he covered his naked breasts, the big ones at least, he’d need another set of arms to get the ones on his belly. “It's going back to normal.” He muttered, looking away from his wife’s grin. His statement wasn’t a lie either, he could feel things beginning to flow back to their orginal shapes but they weren’t doing it in a hurry.

“I think it takes about fifty ‘GG’s to get Steph. Warning though, she’s a hungry and big.” Angelica said. “Ow!”

Steve had given her a clench and glared at her. They were sitting up, leaning back in a sort of scissor position. White cum leaked out around Angelica’s cock and leeched into the carpet.

“You’ve now been inside our husband twice.” Tina sniffed and handed the coffee over. “As soon as we return to our residence, we shall have our turn.”

“If you ask nicely pet.” Angelica smirked.

“Don’t I get a say in this?” Steve asked.

Tina laughed, hard enough to rock her head back and bounce a bit of coffee out of the cup and dribbled over the rim. “Only if you’re a good girl.”

Steve entire body perked up as she felt a fresh gush of wetness within her. Nipples hardened as she snapped her hiding arms away and thrust out her chest. The sudden motion made the breasts jiggle.

“Oh. We belive that to be an eager yes.” Tina smiled.

Blink. Steve came back to himself but Steph was also there, breathing on the back of his neck. Ready. Tina was watching him carefully. Waiting for? An objection, he realized. Unlike Angelica, Tina had been respecting boundaries. If he didn’t want her to carry out her plan all he had to do would be to tell her. Say the words, please don’t call me a good girl. Or even simpler, please don’t. But then… then she wouldn’t.

Blushing so hard his overly large ears burned, he reached out and took his mocha with two paws.

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