Why not Both?

((Author Note - Warning, by taking both we're going on the Futa Route. This may or may not be full Futa all the time but if you don't like chicks with dicks at all, here's your heads up to click off now. I figured I would just get that out of the way here. Also kinda taking ideas/influence from Omega Processor/platinum1945(They seem to have two names) so if this of interest to you, check their work out. Just gonna be doing a more mystic/lower power take from their scifi but between finding their work and chewing on the story prompt; this story thread exists now.))

Neither body seemed different from the other. They couldn't sense any power from either corpse but then again, they were corpses anyway. But they didn't seem like powerful mages, mighty warriors or any kind of weird fantasy race or class. Not that they could really tell that. It just seemed like a pair of unlucky or unskilled adventuerers.

So why not use both? After all the more material they had to work with the better right? And this was all just like... guess work anyway.

They extended their pseudopods, each one flicking into a syringe as it stabbed half into one body while the other half went into the other. Granted it still had it's main tail stinger thing. They decided to nestle itself on top of the female body, it's tail going into the mouth of the woman as a way of keeping it's hold on the body. With another mental nudge, They commanded the minions to push the trio of bodies into the pit.

The creatures hesitated for just a moment before another mental nudge DEMANDED/COMMANDED them to do as told. Eventually their minions complied. With a wet slap as if landing in pool of syrup before their 'raft' started to sink, a dim thought ran through their head.

Man. It was really gonna suck if they decided to do something stupid and got themselves killed over it before doing ANYTHING of substance here.

Hours passed without a sign of the dungeon's new 'master'. But creatures didn't feel the tell tell signs of 'disconnect' like they had before. The master was still alive, at least for now. So the small monsters set themselves to the task of just cleaning up around the dungeon as best they could. The complex was large and they only controlled a small part of it for now. It wasn't much but they were a little confident that they had made the place... livable. Even brought in a nice pile of junk and leaves for the master to sleep on.

The work was interrupted by a low hum in the air, coming from from the pit. Peaking over, the creatures saw the strange liquid that birthed them was starting to move violently. It churned and bubbled, odd shapes trying to break the surface of the pool before being dragged back down. A slight glow started to emit from the pool as it started to form into a vortex, a roar starting to build before...,

Nothing.

Everything went still. Silent. As if the pool hadn't just tried to self destruct or go out of control.

Nothing but the slow, rhythmic sound that echoed in the chamber now.

That of a heart beat.

The creatures carefully but quickly made their way down to the lower level, to stand at the edge of the pool. It felt like the right thing to do in the case. They stared out at the placid surface of the pit now. It was as smooth as the dark walls around them, without a hint of how deep it was. Out of a command, instrinct, or some spark of curiousity; one of the Larva took a few steps out into the pit with it's appendages. It didn't' sink at all. It took a few more steps, steeping closer and closer to the middle.

Still, nothing. It was as if the pit had frozen over. But that couldn't be it; if a pit went dormant they would either feel it or feel... nothing as they would stop functioning. Frustrated, the creature hopped up and down a bit, trying to get some sort of reaction from the solid mass blow it. In another flash of perhaps sentience or some inward command; it started to try and dig into the material.

A ripple appeared on the surface right before it could. Darting backwards, it got a good look at what was happening. Something was coming out of the pit. But not like how they had come out of the pit in a burst flurried action or a slow sluggish dragging out. A few spawnings even looked like the pool just.... vomited out creatures or sneezed out. It wasn't a pretty sight to witness spawnings.

This was different.

A smooth pillar rose out of the pool. That wasn't the right word though, extended might be; as the pillar didn't seem to break the surface tension of the pool but rather it was like the substance itself was pulled upward to form the pillar. Once it was tall enough the shape started to bend and mold to an unseen will as if an invisible hand was shaping clay. The lower part was split into halves, forming two legs. Wide hips form as the middled narrowed into an hourglass waste. Slim shoulders were along with the attached arms and hands. A head was stretched out from what became the neck.

The form set it was now for details. Supple muscles started to form across the body helping ti fill out it's figure, all the while the hips dipped a bit as it's chest slowly bubbled outward until they were about C cups. The figure grew a mouth with full lips to it while the eye lashes grew out. Strands started to form on the figure's scalp before exploding outward, forming a curtain of hair that ended at the middle of her back.

The goo of the pit finally withdrew the figure under it finally freed once more as they took their steps on their new legs. Once more the liquid of the pool was still as ice while the figure crossed. The lone Larva that stood on the lake simply scampered after their reborn master. Once dryish land a mental command was sent out. The minions once more assembled a close enough working mirror. It took a bit longer as the figure before was taller, so more shards needed to be found or dragged out.

Wide shapely hips and legs, a flat stomach with a bit of muscle, supple arms and dainty if firm hands with sharp nails. Those hand which hefted the chest it now hand with a slight moan coming from those kissable lips. A small nose and wide alluring eyes with a head full of long wispy hair; honestly she looked like she could be your typical average bar maid, or guild clerk girl.

If it wasn't for the oddities.

First her skin was black. Not dark or tan but more the 'absence' of color. Like the inky black between stars in the night sky. The only place that still had color where the tips of her nails and hair along with her nipples, along with a few tattoos or runes that seemed to adorned her body in flowing curved patterns, along with making a sort of ring around her pussy. All a golden hue like the morning sun before fading into blackest night. Her eyes were the same; all three of them.

She had two eyes on her head as a normal human would. But just above her chest at the top of the sternum was a third eye, or at least what looked like one. It was a bit of a bulge against her smooth skin. Shaped like a long oval that went from the top of her breasts to the bottom of her neck, it looked more like some sort of attached piece of jewelry or some sort of clasp like choker for a coat she didn't wear. It didn't even move till she seemed to put some effort into doing so, rather it just stared out always unblinking. Her tail wiggled behind her almost with a mind of it's own, the body part just like the Larva tails that kept still throughout this whole event.

With a grin she focused and the sharp tapered end of her tail morphed with a wet splat sound. It was now a set of grasping pincers before changing again into a grasping claw before turning into a long dripping needle. With a flick the tail returned to normal, something to look and play with later.

"Mmmm, feels... good~" The figure said as she ran her hands over her body.

There was something missing though. She used two bodies to make this form and she had all the physical characteristics of the woman with maybe just a bit of extra muscle mass from the man. Was that all she got out of it? With a thought she started to focus.

The room felt like it was tilting a bit as her senses started to be overcome with a flush feeling. Her body started to burn as she bit her lips to stifle a moan, fed by the rapid-fire hammering of her rapidly building heartbeat. That moan finally broke through as her mind turned towards sexual musings, women bent over anything willfully for her amusement and soon to be pleasure. She was panting now as her body started to pulse around her genitals.

A swollen lump of flesh appears right above her pussy. It throbbed with an itchy needful ache making her reach a hand down to try and relieve it of said feeling. The result was a mix of pain and pleasure as the bud was very very sensitive. And it was only getting at an alarming pace. The little knot is sticking an inch out past her skin now, it's skin still as black as the rest of her but the front bulbous head was just as gold as the tattoos that ran down the length. She idly reached a finger down to touch its tip and moaned, her mind trying to process the new feeling from this organ as parts of her brain processed in the new info.

In seconds, she was rubbing and fondling it, coaxing more and more length from her crotch, watching the bulge stretch out more as she moaned out in eager response. Up until she had a hand is wrapped around a six inch long, twitching living metal-cock. It pulsed with need and dripped out some fluid that was a bit like the gunk that filled the pit.

Licking her lips she practiced a bit more with her new equipment, and not just the new 'rod' she had. Her body was malleable to the point she could grow or shrink but there seemed to be a limit to how big she could go along with how small she could as well. Not enough to sneak through cracks but enough to alter her overall shape and silhouette. Her hair too could change from long to short, and a few extra tails and tentacles could be sprouted. She could also do this with her arms and hands, though it was easier to just stretch out one arm than both or even morph them into other shapes. And there was a limit to how far she could make an arm, roughly about two and a half arms length in distance.

Her cock was the same in that regard; about eight inches was her absolute limit currently though she could have it take on more outlandish appearances. Turned out she could also retract and extend it at will or even add some balls to the mix. This did explain where the 'guy' part of the mix ended up though. However for as much as she liked her new form; clothes didn't seem to come with it.

"Pool." she spoke with a deep sultry voice.

A large mass rose out of the spawning pool and extended towards her, before opening up and dropping something on her shoulder. She took it, looked at it and shot a glare at the pool.

"I wanted something..., inconspicuous. Not 'bend me over this barrel and fuck me like a street whore. You have two sets of clothes, TRY again."

It reached for the clothing it had just given her but she pushed it away saying 'I'll keep this for LATER, just not every day wear.' With an almost disgruntled sounding gurgle, the pool opened up and supplied her with another set of clothes. Ones that she slipped into.

Dark leather pants that were a bit too tight in all the right places, an upper garment that fit into the pants to give it the look of one whole body suit. A light protective piece made out of a mix of leather and the strange metal plating went over the top, along with a light coat and hood to help hide. Long gloves and boots completely the look; letting her look more like some Rogue or Scout than some bio metal freak of nature. For weapons, besides what her body could turn her hands and tail into; the pool supplied her with a number of daggers to fit into different parts of the outfit. And they seemed perfectly fine for throwing. Did she pick that up from the bodies or did it come from elsewhere.

Body done. Basic gear done. Living area..., well the minions did their best but that was something to take care of later. And so long as the pool was supplied with material, it seemed it could 'reconfigure' them into other states. A sword tossed in could be broken down into metal and spat out as daggers but leather in would only get leather out, regardless of how fine a fabric she actually wanted.

Now the most important thing was..., name. Her mind raced to try and find it but only met a haze of muddled memories and info. The fusion had only granted her bits and pieces of the pair's minds; not enough to be terribly useful like who they were or what skills they had. But enough to make it even harder to filter her own memories.

In a compromise; she decided to take the first letter of each name and then work from there. Z-A-Y....,

"Za....Ya."

That wasn't a bad name, and had a sort of odd feeling or sound to it. Considering everything else, why not go with it. Whoever whatever he/she/they/them/all three WERE before...., that was dead and buried. Now, She was Zaya first of her name and queen of..., well.

"Let's..., not start doing the mental monologue till I a better understanding of just where I am and what I have." she said as she gave a command for her minions to get back to work, "And maybe get someone to actually listen to me. It's no fun to give an evil speech to just your creatures."