Day 21a & 21b: FTM Possession + Merging/Absorption

Ursa caught her breath as Paul grumbled in his sleep and rolled over. She stood there for a few moments, eyes wide and glued to him, her heart absolutely pounding and her hands tightly squeezing the emerald gem glowing in her grasp. She knew, absolutely, that if she'd simply approached her friend and explained... no, that wouldn't happen. It'd be a text, probably with a photo attached, explaining and asking... no, she'd spend as long as possible procrastinating over it before giving up and deleting the message. Maybe... no, this was the only way this was going to ever happen; Ursa was sure of it.

Ursa, as quietly as possible, slid into bed behind Paul. She could feel the bed shake slightly with each and every one of his snores. Her nostrils wouldn't stop tingling, Paul's overbearing scent on the sheets, the blankets, the pillows, all of it tempting Ursa's nose with a sneeze and bringing about a bit of dampness between Ursa's thighs. As she got right up close, as close as possible without actually touching Paul, Ursa glanced down at the glowing gem and gulped. She, inside her head, waged war between trying to justify what she was doing, making excuses to stop where she was, and... Paul rolled over, on top of her.

Paul grunted as he heard a squeak beneath his chest, managing to squeeze open an eyelid before a bright green flash forced it shut again. He could feel someone wiggling and writhing beneath him, but it ended soon enough. Grumbling scraps of words as he blindly groped around, trying to find the probably pissed-off body of Danica, one of his girlfriends, he found nothing. Forcing his eyes open, slowly to make sure the emerald flashbang had dissipated, Paul slowly sat up as he spotted absolutely no sign of anyone. Assuming that Danica must've been pissed enough to slither out and was now fuming in the living room, Paul wasted no time in shooting out of bed... and almost immediately falling over.

Paul grumbled under his breath, assuming that his muscles were just lagging behind and were still asleep. He forced himself to regain his balance and, slower than planned, began heading towards the door to his room. As he turned the doorknob, he noticed something felt off, but he brushed it off and continued to the living room. Partway in the hallway, he felt something brush against his neck and grumbled about cobwebs, immediately followed up by more grumbling about his sudden voice cracks.

As Paul reached the living room, he stared at the empty couch for a solid few seconds, scratching at his chin. His weirdly smooth, well-shaven chin... that he didn't notice, instead focusing on where Danica might've went. He contemplated checking Ursa's room, the shy girl that Danica knew from back in college that Danica declared would turn their relationship into a throuple. Not that it did much, given how often she hid away in her room, with the only "relationship" worthy thing being her stealing of Paul's old sweater to sleep in. Just as Paul took a step in Ursa's direction, however, he heard the squeaks of the shower's faucet and, with a devious grin, began walking towards the bathroom.

Paul couldn't resist licking his... oddly soft lips as he opened up the bathroom door to see Danica's silhouette in the shower curtain. Nor could he hold back the erection between his legs as he plotted his next move. As quiet as he could be, focused entirely on Danica, he didn't notice the feminine reflection in the mirror as he passed by it. Nor did he notice the edges of his vision fading away as he stood in front of the shower curtain. It was only when his hand had yanked the shower curtain away that, with a confused grunt, he realized he was passing out.

"WHAT THE FUCK?!" Ursa heard Danica scream as she came to... her face smushed between two soft, squishy pillows. Instantly, Ursa turned beet red as she recognized where her face was buried and shot up, freezing as she made eye contact with Danica. "WHO THE FUCK-"

"Ursa." Ursa answered, promptly coughing and rubbing her throat at how comparatively husky her voice sounded. "Or, uh... kinda?" She coughed, pointing a finger up at her bright, emerald eyes. "I uh... merged with Paul, basically."

"What. What? WHAT?!" Danica shouted, rapidly looking up and down to inspect as much of Ursa, as fast as possible. "HOW?! HOW?! HOW?!"

"...Old... family heirloom. Wanted to... do something that... wasn't just you and me kissing on my bed. And uh... involved all three of us... kinda." Ursa explained, finally looking down at herself. At the flat-chested, somewhere between androgynous and feminine, body she was in control of. And, with a jolt, she realized how weird it felt, having a painfully erect cock between her legs.

"...First kiss?"

"Me... Ursa. Or do you... the teddy bear your grandma got you."

"Birthmark?"

"Back of your left knee."

"First car?"

"You had an orange moped for a bit, sold it when you realized getting a sidecar for me to ride in was illegal."

"...Fuck, it is you." Danica muttered, keeping her eyes fixed on Ursa while she turned off the water. "Is he... awake in there?"

"No... want me to wake him up, though? It's not-" Ursa began to say, cutting herself off as Danica shook her head and stepped out of the shower. "Dani? You're not pissed are-" She managed to get out before Danica gripped the back of her neck and brought Ursa in for a long, deep kiss. A kiss that came to a sudden stop as Ursa let out a surprised yelp, followed by a bashful gulp, as Danica's fingers teased the tip of Ursa's borrowed manhood.

"Whatcha think? Wanna have that threesome I'm always nagging you about?" Danica purred, putting special emphasis on "threesome" as she stared into Ursa's bright green eyes. "Maybe... you can even wake him up after a while... let him get all mad that I can't pick just one of you all over again."

"Can... can you..." Ursa gasped, panting as Danica ripped her fingers away. Both women promptly looked down, staring at the dribble of precum leaking out of Ursa's bellend. "...Sorry, sorry, I... is it Paul, or is it because I have it and I'm not used to it, or are you that good, because-"

"Shhhhh." Danica shushed, pressing a finger against Ursa's hairless chest before slowly, teasingly twirling her finger around. "You already know how good I am with my fingers and my mouth, don't you?" Danica cooed, giggling as Ursa gulped and nodded her head. "Sooo... you've got no idea how good I am... deep, deep inside." She whispered, letting out another giggle as Ursa gulped again. "Well... you've got to find out, right? Why don't you... go lay down in our bed? I'll be right in; you can just lay there, letting me do allllll the work." Danica purred, giggling once again as Ursa all but sprinted out of the bathroom, that look in her eyes...

Writing this chapter reminded me a lot of when I was writing chapters for a story by Kooklis called "The Merge Necklace" (https://chyoa.com/story/The-Merge-Necklace.15821) over here on Chyoa. And it's why, as a sort of homage, I guess, to the merging in that story I stuck with the color green and a gemstone (like that in the necklace) as the source of merging in the first place, although I hope they're not too similar, I wanted it to be an homage/reference, not outright copying. And, although I didn't intend for it to be this way, if Kooklis says "oh yeah, the gem in the necklace and the gem in that chapter are from the same rock or something", then this chapter is technically canon to that story's universe, they've got the power to do that if they want, imo.

Anway, my favorite piece for today's prompt is a tie! First-up is a piece by Eden's GPose, I ABSOLUTELY love how the possessor tried to be all polite, asking for a coat, before giving up and possessing them instead:

https://x.com/EdenGpose/status/2113495608384467110

Next-up is FanterFane's piece, which reminded of a bit of a piece by Hyouik from a few years ago, where there's a book with "blue magic" that possesses people by "eating" them (https://x.com/hyouik/status/1349660118351155203?s=20). Anyway, my personal favorite part of FanterFane's piece is the faces merging together, the eyes and mouths shoving the original ones away to take their place... like this piece a lot:

https://bsky.app/profile/fanterfane.bsky.social/post/3mygqmof5sk2y