Magic-obsessed Craig and edgy alt-girl Skye merge to make a witchy goth

Previously:

Hank left behind his chauvinistic ways after being trapped in a muscular futanari body and has adopted a new identity and name in Red. She has been paying for her sins as Hank: she can’t admit her feelings to Craig because she used to bully him, the asshole she rejected **** Lily, and now a girl he ghosted accidentally got absorbed into Craig.

Red

The Hank apology tour continues.

Red and Craig had moved Skye onto his bed, and she was starting to show signs of waking. After they got dressed, first. Of course.

How do I make up for what Hank did? What I did.

Craig sat down at his desk, focused on the merge necklace. Red’s eyes lingered on his hands, watching his nimble fingers trace glyphs.

The things I’d let him do with those fingers…

Red looked away before Craig could notice the heat rising on her cheeks.

C’mon Red. You know it would never work. You’re still not even for what you did to him as Hank. And he’s Lily’s man besides.

Red sighed.

Craig. Lily. Skye. Malik. How do I even start to make up for everything?

Skye’s eyes fluttered, light blue under heavy eyeliner. Without the scowl she had been putting on, Red could recognize the starry-eyed girl she used to know.

New hair, makeup, tattoo. She really went all out since the last time I saw her. I get it. I’d want people to second-guess crossing me after what I did to her.

Red clenched and unclenched her fists while hopping lightly on the balls of her feet.

Game time, let’s lock in. This is gonna be the best fucking apology of her life.

“Ugh,” Skye mumbled, lifting herself to a sitting position. “What happened?”

“I’m so fucking sorry!” Red blurted out. “I was a disrespectful asshole, and you don’t deserve what I did to you. I know I hurt you, and that pushed me to change, and I’m not the same person I was before. I’ll never do anything like that to anyone again, I swear. You may never forgive me, but if there’s anything I can do to make it up to you, I’ll do it.”

Nailed it.

Skye was stunned, staring wide-eyed at Red’s outburst.

“Who’s this bitch?” She demanded, ignoring Red completely.

Red groaned, her hype battery instantly drained.

“It’s a long story. What do you remember?” Craig asked cautiously.

“Well, I was here to deliver another one of your pizzas. It’s gotten pretty routine at this point, but you having your prick out was new. Then you rushed at me, and there was a weird green light. I got… sucked into you. I feel like I was inside you somehow, but it’s all blurry.”

“No point trying to hide it at this point,” Craig said, holding out the necklace. “This is a magic necklace. It can merge two people together. It looks like when it touched us, we combined temporarily, but I undid it, and now we’re separate again.

“This,” Craig continued, gesturing to Red. “Is Red. She’s a friend now, but before she got transformed by the necklace, she used to be Hank.”

‘Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hank? You mean basketball Hank?”

“Um,” Red started, grimacing. “Yeah. This is me now. It’s, uh, good to see you again. You’re looking good-”

“No. No way. Hank? Fucking Hank?”

Skye leaped to her feet and started pacing the room, her face trembling with the strain of holding in her emotions.

“This is bullshit. No fucking way,” Skye continued, shaking her head angrily.

“It’s me,” Red said, her head hanging and eyes averted. “I remember when I first saw you at basketball practice. We all noticed you and talked back and forth about who you liked best. I mean, it’s obvious how cute you-“

“I’m not cute. I’m a grown-ass woman, not a child.”

Shit. I may have done some damage here.

“Of course. I love your new look. Your hair looks great.”

“You think so, girlfriend?” Skye shot back, mockingly. “I’m so happy to have your approval.”

Red looked to Craig, silently pleading with her eyes.

“I can vouch for her. Hank hurt me too, but since becoming Red, she’s really been trying to make amends.”

“Oh, well, if Luigi’s most pathetic customer says so, it must be true,” she snapped at Craig. He half-heartedly mumbled some protest, but it was drowned out by Skye’s ranting.

“Why the hell should I even believe you? Magic? Seriously? You’re not Hank. He knows better than to ever show his face in front of me again. You’re lucky you can’t be him because it means you get to keep my nails out of your eyeballs.”

Skye’s hackles were raised in anger, but a slight tremor in her voice betrayed the pain festering beneath her posturing.

“So you went with the butterfly instead of the music notes?” Red asked, making Skye stop in her tracks.

“You can’t be,” Skye whispered, her body now unnaturally still.

Guess I have to use my trump card. This is gonna suck.

“I never showed anyone those pics you sent me.”

Skye’s eyes widened in panic for half a second before her body blurred with motion. In an instant, the smaller girl was bearing down on Red with a look of manic rage.

This is it, Red thought, her arms rising to protect herself, time to face the music.

Red flinched at the high-pitched shriek loaded with violent intent, but after a moment, no impact had come.

She hesitantly lowered her arms to see Skye being dragged away from her by Craig, his arms wrapped around her waist.

A wave of gratitude rolled over Red. She made eye contact with Craig and gave him a small smile before her attention shifted, and her eyes went wide.

The Merge Necklace, still in Craig’s hand, was pulsing with green light.

“Craig! The necklace-” Red warned.

“Yeah, Red. Don’t worry,” Craig replied, still occupied with half-dragging, half-lifting Skye to the other side of the room. “I got it right… here?”

Craig lifted the necklace to see it surge with power. At the same time, his other hand slipped through Skye’s shirt and into her midsection. Skye’s continuing string of loud profanities was halted by an alarmed yell.

“What the fuck was that? What’s happ-” The rest of Skye’s question was lost in a breathy whimper. Craig, likewise, gave an involuntary grunt as more of his arm was sucked into her body. The necklace came alive in his hand, its chain elongating and lashing out like tendrils to wrap around the necks of the conjoined pair.

“I’m sorry, Skye. It’s the necklace. It’s merging us together.”

“Well, make it stop!” Syke moaned, fear bleeding into her voice.

Craig squinted, concentrating, but the process only continued with his upper arm disappearing into Skye’s shoulder.

“I… I can’t.”

“Useless,” Skye scoffed.

With another flash of light, the necklace freed itself from Craig’s grasp, and his other arm was sucked into Skye’s body. Red saw Skye’s arms warp, then elongate. She recognized Craig’s nimble fingers, but now they were smooth and tipped with black-painted nails.

Skye’s black polo intertwined with Craig’s white t-shirt to make black lace with white trim. The necklace’s magic fashioned the material into a corset that cinched around the two torsos, squeezing them together.

A blush spread across Skye’s freckled cheeks. “Why does it feel so… Ungh?” Another moan snatched away her breath.

“It’s Aztec fertility magic,” Craig explained. “Every time we’ve seen it used, the resulting person ends up sexy and, well, horny.”

Craig’s torso absorbed Skye’s, still lean but now topped with her perky breasts. Thick pierced nipples protruded obscenely against the cups of the corset. Fabric extended into separate arm sleeves, coating long, elegant arms.

“Great fucking news,” Skye lamented. Her gaze shifted to Red, her pale eyes boring holes into the target of her ire. “You must be thrilled. A brand new woman for you to ****.”

A tattoo formed on their shared chest, a black pentagram wreathed in green flames.

“It’s hard to believe, but I’ve seen it,” Craig said, making eye contact with Red again. “She’s changed.”

“Bullshit,” Skye countered, “she doesn’t know what it’s like to be used for someone’s pleasure. To be reduced to a pleasing set of body parts.”

Red looked away, ashamed. The pain in Skye’s voice struck her to the core.

Skye’s spiked collar transformed into a lace choker as it **** her neck into Craig’s. Her speech became strained as their mouths merged, but she **** out the last word.

“This isn’t over. He may not have the balls to put you in your place, but I do. As soon as I’m back to myself, you’re going to pay for this.”

With that, the two heads fell into each other, and after a moment of shifting, mismatched features blended and settled to reveal a woman with gothic beauty. Skye’s youthful babyface had lengthened and thinned out to make regal features dashed with freckles. The woman’s pale skin contrasted with her heavy eyeshadow. Thin lips popped with dark lipstick. Her chin-length hair was swept to one side and blue to the roots, matching her blue eyebrows. With a shudder, the new woman opened her eyes, revealing one brown and one light blue.

She let out a rich, sultry moan as her transformation completed. Two sets of pelvises collided, and as Red expected, Skye’s wide hips and jutting ass were on full display on the merged woman. She had an **** hourglass figure, and Craig’s black pants reformed into a black lace garter belt hugging her slim waist. Khaki shorts shifted into a fluffy black skirt. Four legs fused down to two, and socks changed to fishnet stockings, which crawled up smooth, pale legs to connect to straps hanging down from the garter. The merge completed as Skye’s combat boots became platform Mary Janes.

The new woman’s mismatched eyes remained dilated and unfocused until the necklace around her neck gave out a final flare of power. She let out a surprisingly deep but still feminine moan, and her eyes rolled back into her head. Her body trembled in pleasure, and her legs looked like they were on the verge of giving out.

Whoever this chick turns out to be, she is crazy hot, Red thought, waiting for the woman to regain her senses. She looks more witch than goth. Craig’s obsession with magic must have done that.

The mysterious new woman shivered before easing into a languid stretch. Red’s eyes flashed back and forth between her protruding nipples and the garter belt hugging her curved hips. Despite being shorter and slimmer than Red, the woman carried herself with a haughty air and scanned the room with some unseen authority.

Could she be a real witch?

“Crye?” Red asked cautiously, “Are you a witch?”

Emotions flashed across the woman’s face. First surprise, then incredulity, consideration, and finally serenity. She took a deep breath, drawing Red’s attention to her chest.

*SMACK*

The slap caught Red completely off-guard and her cheek burned from the impact.

“The only one to cry this night will be you.”