Carrie, now with Malik's cock, tries to seal the deal with Red

Previously:

Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being transformed into a muscular futanari and adopted a new identity and name in Red. Adorkable Craig and protective Cam merged into Carrie, a top-heavy party girl who agreed to help Red find a man to pop her cherry. When Red was gently rejected by her former teammate, Malik, Carrie took matters into her own hands and used the merge necklace to absorb him.

Red

“A futa deserves a futa.”

Even before her eyesight had recovered from the flash of mystical green light, Red knew that Carrie had changed. Malik’s cry of protest had suddenly cut off, and now Carrie’s voice had a new, gravely richness. It sent shivers down Red’s spine, and an expectant heat blossomed between her legs.

The sight that greeted her when her vision finally cleared made her mouth water. Carrie’s dark skin contrasted deliciously with a set of lacy white lingerie that struggled to contain her luscious curves. Her arms had gained definition, and her midriff sported abs, drawing the eye down to her new centerpiece. A stiff cock stood proudly between her legs. Throbbing hungrily, its slit already oozed precum down her veiny shaft. She had no balls to obscure the drooling vagina sitting beneath.

“You’re like me,” Red whispered in disbelief.

“Mmmm,” Carrie moaned, licking her lips. “You bet your ass I am. I’m done with men letting you down. Now, you can finally be with someone worthy of you.”

Carrie’s breath caught as she ran a soft hand down her shaft. Her dick jumped from the touch, and Red saw her pussy clench in response.

“Fuck,” Carrie gasped. “Is it always like this for you? This body’s screaming for release.”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Red said with a grin. “Let me show you. It looks like you need to take the edge off there.”

In an instant, Red was on her knees, her hot breath teasing Carrie’s dick. Carrie gave out a yip of surprise and tried to step back at the sudden movement, but she was locked in place by Red’s strong hands on her hips.

“Ready?” Red asked, her bright green eyes half-closed with arousal. She looked up to try to make eye contact, but her vision was blocked by the shelf of Carrie’s prodigious rack, now lifted by her white bra. Instead, she focused on the erection bobbing in front of her, gently licking the underside of the head.

“Goddamn,” Carrie moaned. “That’s unbelievable. B-but I thought we were doing this for you.”

“Oh, this is definitely for me,” Red replied. “I’ve been looking forward to this all night.”

She swallowed Carrie in one gulp, the cockhead teasing the back of her throat when her lips landed on Carrie’s labia. Carrie let out a strangled gasp, her legs nearly buckling beneath her. Red pulled off with a slurp and called out instructions to her partner.

“Your tits were already orgasmic before, why don’t you keep your hands busy with them while I see if I can sink a three?”

“You jocks and your sports metaphors,” Carrie muttered.

Despite her protest, Red could see Carrie’s fingers start to work on her nipples in the periphery of her vision. Satisfied, Red went back to work on her shaft and slipped a finger into the pussy below.

Time to blow her mind.

Red’s other hand, wet from teasing her own hole, slithered its way between Carrie’s cheeks and teased her rosebud. Carrie stiffened, and her breathing became shallow and rapid.

“W-what are-Oh,” she moaned. “Don’t stop!”

Red slipped a wet finger into the tight hole, now plunging into her with both hands. Carrie’s breath caught in her throat, and her now-muscular legs clenched in anticipation.

She thinks her ass was the final straw, but she doesn’t know where her prostate is.

With a wicked smile, Red plunged a second finger into Carrie’s snatch and curled them toward herself. Instead of the g-spot, her fingers massaged the spongy bulb at the root of her cock. Carrie screamed. Red was pushed back by the **** of Carrie’s wildly bucking hips and soaked by the fluids spraying from the convulsing futa.

Red sighed and basked in the pleasure of a job well done, idly stroking her pussy with one hand. Carrie finally dropped into a trembling heap, her eyes rolled back in her head.

That was fun, but being in control has always been easy. Now comes the hard part.

Red lovingly picked up the comatose Carrie in a bridal carry and transferred her onto the bed. She idly noted the white lingerie that had been created out of Carrie and Malik’s clothes.

If nothing else, the necklace could be useful for making a new wardrobe.

After undressing Carrie, she undressed herself and lay down in bed next to the busty futa who was just starting to wake.

“Fuck. Is it always like that?” Carrie moaned, groggily.

“The best times are like that. I hope I never get used to it.”

“Mmhmm,” Carrie moaned in agreement. She stroked her cock, and it started stiffening again to full length. “I can see why you don’t want to get rid of this.”

“There’s not enough pleasure in this world,” Red mused. “It would be a shame to have to choose only one kind.”

Carrie slipped off the necklace and casually dropped it off the side of the bed.

“As wild as it would be to add another to this body,” she growled hungrily, “that’s not what I’m here for.”

Red sucked in a breath, savoring Carrie’s scent: a heady mix of sweat and cum. Red’s body responded, her nipples crinkling, aching to be touched. Carrie had Craig’s slim waist and long fingers, Cam’s breasts and lips, and Malik’s abs and cock. But her brown eyes, they belonged to a stranger.

“Yeah, of course,” Red responded. “What we’re here for.”

Red spread her legs and let the slim futa settle between them. Carrie tapped the head of her cock gently against Red’s spread labia, making her startle. Red pulled back, and a string of fluids connected them; her slick or Carrie’s semen, she couldn’t tell.

“Will it hurt?” Red whimpered.

Carrie scoffed.

“This from the gal who was about to fight off a whole frat for me? You’re the strongest person I know. You can do this.”

Red took a deep breath to try to settle herself. Carrie waited patiently for her signal.

“Do you have a condom?” Red asked, stalling for time.

“Do you want one?” Carrie responded. “I would have thought you’d want to feel me. That you would appreciate the… risk.”

Red’s cheeks flushed, and she felt the heat in her core flare like a furnace. Whatever reservations Red had, her body had none. Aztec fertility magic had built her from a cellular level to breed, and she could feel her hips twitching, trying to inch closer to the one thing that would fill the emptiness inside her.

Red bit her lip, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Her hand traced its way, unbidden, along the hard-won ridges of her stomach as her mind filled with images of it expanding. She could practically feel it, a new life growing inside her.

Me, a mom? To be loved like that? To share that experience with-

Her hand stopped.

“Carina, what’s your last name?”

Carrie froze. After a moment, she put on a confident leer and answered, “Baby, it can be whatever you want.”

The air was still, both figures on the bed motionless. Something had changed. As Red watched, Carrie’s manhood flagged, wilting before her eyes.

“What no-wait. Fuck!” Carrie exclaimed, working her hand on her shaft to try to resuscitate the wilting member before slumping her shoulders in defeat. “Goddammit. I’m sorry.”

“Sorry for what?” Red asked earnestly.

“It was supposed to be me. Craig let you down. Malik let you down. But you chose me, made me for this. And I still failed.”

“No, Carrie. I’m sorry,” Red said, putting a reassuring hand on the other futa’s shoulder. “I set you up to fail. It’s not your fault.”

“Why?” Carrie asked, her eyes shining with pain. “Why not me? You wanted Craig to be your first, then Malik. Now both of them are in here as part of me.”

Carrie placed a trembling fist on her chest, trying to keep her emotions from flashing across her face. Anger. Pain. Loss.

“I like you,” Red explained. “But I don’t know you. You’re not him. It took time and experience to build that trust. I only met you tonight. And it wouldn’t be fair for you to stick around longer than tomorrow. Still, you stopped. You didn’t have to. Thank you.”

Carrie sighed to herself.

“I was so ready,” Carrie said, defeated. “Why did I stop? You chose him, and I thought I could choose for him. But you’re right. You didn’t choose me. You weren’t 100.”

The corners of Red’s mouth turned up in a secret smile.

100? Does she even realize the effect he still has on her?

“Thank you for an unforgettable night, Carrie,” Red said. She leaned forward, intimately placing her forehead against Carrie’s. “This isn’t what we planned, but I think I needed this. Thank you for helping me get there. I’ll never forget you.”

“I guess this is goodbye, then,” Carrie whispered, sniffling. After a tender moment, she got up to retrieve the necklace. Holding it in her hand, she gave Red one final longing look.

“Tell Malik I’m sorry,” she told Red. “I should never have used him. Will I see you again?”

“I hope so,” Red said with a smile. “Maybe next time it can be without any expectations.”

Carrie’s sad smile didn’t reach her watery eyes. She gripped the emerald and exploded in a flash of green light. Three bodies fell to the floor.