A Game of No Hands Chapter 19 (Patreon)

Angelica’s ears felt as if they might turn molten and melt away from her head. It been nearly an hour since Tina had untied her and she couldn’t stop thinking about it. That god damn argument trigger had gotten her again, totally foiling her desire for a day of rest, just to salvage some sense of control. Regardless, that wasn’t the part that really occupied her brain, rather it was the moment Tina clapped her paw hand over her face and turned her into subby putty. This afternoon she’d been far more pet than punk and that was a dangerous thought when you're playing a game that clearly responded to unconscious desires. Yet she still couldn’t stop thinking about that utter bliss of those husky tentacles thrashing around inside her while being bound and helpless. When she’d selected the Panther deck she imagined something fierce and independent, not the voluptuous sex kitten who loved to get tangled up in kinky yarn she’d become.

Three turns remained at least. Hopefully her deck contained a few cards she could use to turn the tables on Tina. It would be days before she got that chance though. At least she outranked somebody. In the drivers seat, the two headed dog girl maid who’d once been a human man named Steve, piloted the vehicle as if she’d been born with paws instead of hands. Angelica herself sprawled across the back seat on her side, one wing scrunched behind her while the other lay over her like a blanket. She’d experimented with hooking her wings over the back of the seat, but that produced painfully twisted pinfeathers and uncomfortable pressure on her tail. Tina had stayed in the apartment to research getting some modified seats for the trip, but Angelica held out zero hope for that. People who sported magical alterations to the extent of herself and Tina were beyond rare. They’d need custom work done. The cards had modified Tina and Steph’s wardrobe, but modifying a car would be another order of magnitude of impressiveness. Modern wizards had the whole pumpkin to carriage thing figured out, but Angelica had never heard of a wizard who could turn a pumpkin into a Ferrari. There’d be a lot more orange sport cars on the road if that were the case.

Which was why Steve and Steph were chaffering her to an enchantment tailor and not a magical autoshop. They were on the very edge of town and pulling into the lot of a cinder brick building that had four half-hearted attempts at turrets thrusting out of its corners. They probably had glamors on them at some point that had never been refreshed. Angelica wondered what failed first, the glamor or the bulbs in the T of the sign, turning fairytale tailoring to fairytale ailoring. The faded sign in the window advertising magically altered clothing while you wait.

Nothing about the shop made Angelica comfortable about the owner’s competence or quality, but she needed clothing. Otherwise spending three days in the car with Tina in nothing but a dog collar might pet mode her so hard she might never come out of it. The towels she had tied around her neck and waist didn’t really do the trick to make her feel human. Steve and Steph set the parking brake.

“You want us to come in with you?” Steve asked, brown eyes full of anixity as she turned to look over her shoulder.

“Course she does!” Steph answered, popping open the driver's side door.

“I can handle it myself, thanks!” Angelica said, “Please wait here.” Her voice heightening to a plea. Even that little exchange sent a tingle through Angelica. The additional sexual organs had made the overall effect double strength. As the pair settled back into their seat, Angelica wriggled herself out of the SUV trying not to catch a wing on the door frame.

Once out, she adjusted her “top” so it actually draped over her perked nipples, then retied her skirt to conceal her sheath. The plush fur hid her more feminine sex completely. After fluffing her hair, she grabbed a suitcase full clothing they had grabbed from her own apartment and rolled it into the building.

The interior comprised of a plain grey room with an unoccupied reception window. A pair of enormous golden scissors hung on one wall, their blades easily as long as Angelica’s arm. She pondered if the tailor was an ogre or something. The air hummed with a chorus of washing machines as Angelica approached the counter and rang the small bell.

“Judie! Customer!” A gruff voice shouted from deeper in the building.

“You handled it! I’ve got my fuckin hands full!” The second voice spoke softer, but Angelica’s cupped ear caught it no problem.

“I dunno who it is. You do it.” The first voice argued back and that's all it took. An unbidden warmth sprang up inside Angelica, outlined the lips of her pussy and wrapped around the length of her dog cock.

“I ain’t budging until I get this fucking machine back together and washup.”

The voices continued back and forth, Angelica’s lust ramping with every angry syllable spoken. Her cock throbbed against her tented towel and she could smell her own leaking juices that dripped puddling on the floor between her legs. She hung onto the counter top’s edge for dear life because otherwise, they were both going between her legs.

“C-could one of you please help me?!” Angelica cried out. “Please?”

“Go help the poor woman Rumple!” Judie shouted.

“Don’t call me that!”

Angelica’s lost her grip on the counter and they flew to her cock. The first pump undid the towel and it fell from her wide hips exposing her. No! Her mind lit with panic but couldn’t stop herself from clutching at her balls. It wasn’t enough.

“I could use your real name.” Judie said and Angelica crashed down onto spread knees. Two fingers drove themselves up her slit.

“Mrrrowwwl!” Angelica yowled as she reached optimal stimulation. One hand throttling her cock, the other making scissor fingers as deep as she could reach.

“The hell?!” Footsteps hurried toward the counter.

No no no no! Angelica screamed internally, but there was no way to stop herself. Frantically, she pumped faster, racing to finish before the gruff voice’s owner reached her. Had to release the pressure.

A scrape of a chair. Angelica’s internals clenched, hooking her fingers, she pressed against the most sensitive part of her inner wall. A bearded face poked over the counter, the small eyes bugged.

“Rrrrrnarrrg!” She came with strangled roar, spurting out a rope of cum into the air.

“Pixie Eggs!” The face ducked back, avoiding an eyeful of jizz by a nanosecond.

Angelica sagged, falling into her hands, finally released from the magical need. No relief came for her though, instead the crawling icicles of abject mortification enveloped her body. “Oh gods! Mrrrrowl! I’m so mmeewrrry.” Her words blending with feline vocalizations.

“What in the Seven Under mountains are doing! Are you one of them Gnome Perverts!? Nearly shot my eye out!” The man thundered down at her from behind the counter. While only two feet tall, with a white beard that reached his ankles, he possessed a fearsome lung capacity.

The yelling triggered a spark in Angelica’s loins but her utter humilation snuffed it out as she struggled to explain. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t m-mew, I mean mew, mean too. You argued a-and, and it set me.”

“Mistress! Are you alright?” Steph’s voice bounded into the small room as the two headed maid charged through the door.

“What did you do to her?!” Steve barked at the Gnome as the pair quickly wrapped their arms around the shaking Angelica.

“Me?!” The Gnome bristled. “She’s the one who just jizzed all over my shop. What are you? The pervert cavalry?”

The arms around Angelica squeezed her tight as Steph whispered to her folded back ear. “Go back to the car mistress. We’ll clean up the mess.”

Angelica nuzzled her and chuffed her thanks before bolting out the door. In full retreat mode, she sailed to the SUV with a single flap of her wings, threw open the door, and dived into the seat.

Awash with guilt, she could only watch Steve and Steph as they stood their ground in the shop. With arms crossed, they endured what looked like a tirade from the Gnome. A skinny figure dressed in demin overalls appeared, Judie? She kicked a mop and bucket at Steph and Steve. They took it, mopped up Angelica’s mess and the rest of the floor, tail softly wagging behind her. Angelica watched with a mixture of admiration and jealousy with how in control the pair appeared.

Steph and Steve finished cleaning and headed back toward the car sans Angelica’s suitcase. They must have forgotten it, yet to her surprise they opened the rear door.

“Come on in, mistress.” Steph said brightly.

“He needs to take some measurements.” Steve added with a nod.

“I can’t go back in there!” Angelica hissed.

“We explained your trigger and they’ve promised to hold back while you're in there.” Steph said.

“And promised them double their usual price.” Steve huffed. “That made Mr. Gnome change his tune.”

“Thank you.” Angelica said after an incredulous pause, then awkwardly followed them back inside, covering herself the best she could by pulling her tail around herself. The heavy warmth of embarrassment filled her ears as the leering grin of the Gnome greeted her.

“Step right into my parlor Miss Can’t Keep It In Her Pants.” He chuckled.

“Sorry.” Angelica whispered,

The door opened, revealing an overall clad elf, machine grease stained her arms and face. She held the door handle with a gray rag. “Right this way.”

Timidly Angelica followed her into a small fitting room with a large mirror and stood as directed on a podium. No longer in the haze of her trigger, Angelica registered how weird it was to see any members of the species that had been “evicted” from the country during the magic panic of the eighties.

The Gnome came in and took a long inhalation through his coffee mug sized nose. “Haha! That don’t smell like registered and licensed magic. Way too wild. Lucky you came to us. Nobody’s gonna file a report in this shop.”

“Rumple…” Judie warned.

“Heh heh. You heard the double-headed dog lady. No arguing unless we want another mess.”

Judie grunted as the Gnome, still laughing to himself, wheeled a small set of stairs over to Angelica.

“Humans are already the horniest species on two legs and then they use magic to make it worse.” He said as he climbed up the stairs, with drawing a measuring tape from his pocket. “Drop your tail and raise your arms please. No need to be shy now since you already gave me an eyeful.”

“I said I was sorry.” Angelica gave an irritated snort as she compiled with the directive.

Judie, watching from the doorway, smirked. “Just be glad you didn’t get any in his beard, else you’d be engaged and that’s a royal pain to get out of.”

“Don’t tell her that!” The Gnome snapped, triggering a flush.

“Then stop teasing the poor girl.”

Angelica growled, countering the sudden heat in her nethers with anger. “I’m not a poor girl. Thank you very much!”

“Careful, you haven’t seen my bill yet.” The Gnome grinned.

The front desk bell rang and Judie left with a roll of her eyes. Without her, the measuring proceeded swiftly, the Gnome prattling about the in elegant nature of human magick in between questions about how Angelica liked to wear her clothing. Eventually she asked him if he could alter the enchantments on her, maybe tone down her trigger.

“We’d have to turn you into an outfit first.” He had replied with a wicked smile that implied numerous things that Angelica swiftly decided she didn’t want to know. Once done, he went over to her suitcase and wheeled towards the door. “Your Friend, told me that the tailoring won’t have to last more than a week but those enchantments you wear don’t smell temporary to me. They’ll last years on their own. If some hot shot Merlin said he’s going to turn you back after a week he’s snortin pixie dust.”

“Its not that I’ll be back to normal in a week. Its more that… it will probably get worse in a week.” Angelica ventured.

“Ho ho ho.” He sniffed the air. “Oh, is that what I’m smelling? A game. Its like a fey riddled bachelor party. Alrighty Miss Spots and Spunk, I’ll comp something a bit more. Would can pick three items in here I’ll put a little extra oomph to so they’ll self adapt and last.”

“In exchange for what?” Angelica eyed the little man warily.

“Advertising, of course!” His eyes gleamed like twin, “In case you haven’t noticed, business here ain’t booming. I’m doing more laundry than I’m doing tailoring. Humans splattered with magic are like birds of the feature that way. You tell them your tailor is the Gnome at Fairy Tale Tailoring when you wear my pieces. Or you could be a coat for a month. I know an ogress who would love to wear you to Winter’s ball.”

“I’m happy to recommend you to anyone who asks,” Angelica said quickly.

The Gnome nodded, “Of course, but keep that second option in mind. Good coats can come back from a gig with their pockets filled with gold. Now. Which three garments do you want to last?”

Angelica’s tail floofed at the idea of being… worn. Weirded out and trying not to be intrigued by the idea, she politely refused the offer. She selected her black leather jacket, a sexy blue bra and the completely unworn wedding dress she’d brought the night she’d signed the paperwork for her divorce. She hadn’t remembered packing that, but wasn’t going to miss the opportunity to own a self tailoring wedding dress. The thought of combining it with the jacket made the tip of her tail twitch. Now thats punky.

He folded those three away. “I’d say the pleasure was all mine but…” He trailed off with a wink. “I’ll have an outfit for you in a few minutes. You can pick up the rest tomorrow.”

Fifteen minutes later Angelica walked back to the SUV… Clothed. Her breasts didn’t swing, corralled in a black bra, secured to her by straps routed around her wings. A pink high collar top tied with strings at her shoulders and waist while her stone washed jean shorts hugged her waist just enough that they stayed up while the legs flared wide enough that they melded with the curves her fluff advertised.

The way both Steph and Steve’s eyes followed her pleased Angelica. She crawled into the back seat, feeling more in control of herself than she had since she glided into a car door.

“What’s next?” She asked the maids.

Steve’s ears drooped as Steph grinned as they answered in unison. “Grocery Shopping.”

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