Craig and Red’s merger doesn’t go as planned

Red

“Red. Will you merge with me?”

Red’s heartbeat pounded in her ears. Her eyes were glued to her clasped hands. Her arms were tensed in an effort to keep them from trembling.

I’m horny for the guy, but an intentional merge? That’s another level of intimacy.

“Are you sure?” Red’s voice, breathy and hesitant, sounded foreign in her own ears. “I mean, I understand wanting to be more outgoing, but I’ve got so much fucking baggage.”

“I guess that’s true,” Craig replied. He looked away before continuing, “But practically, I don’t have anyone else I trust with this.”

“You trust me?” Red swallowed a lump in her throat and blinked away the tears from her eyes. “I-uh, thanks, man.”

“Y-yeah. No problem.”

Craig motioned to Lily’s couch, and the two walked over to it in awkward silence. They sat down half-facing each other. Their legs were tantalizingly close, but not quite touching.

“Okay,” Red said, breaking the silence. Her muscles were primed, her body ready for action. “How are we doing this?”

“Well, let’s start with what we know,” Craig started. “When it reacted with Skye and me, the two times were different. First, I absorbed her and took on some of her… features. I was still me, but I could access her feelings and memories.”

That means if he used the necklace to absorb me, he’d know how I was crushing on him in high school. And how I sneak peeks at his butt when he’s not looking. And how I have an old pair of his underwear he left with Lily that I sometimes smell when I’m fingering my pussy. Fuck, Red, you gotta stop doing that.

“The second time,” Craig continued,” the necklace made a whole new person, Cyra, who was a mix of both of us, while we were aware as part of her mind.”

“Yeah, so why was it different the second time?”

“Why indeed?” Craig echoed, rhetorically. He spread his hands in a flourish, preparing for his next topic. When he got passionate like this, he looked much more like a professor than a student.

“The first time, I was wearing the necklace around my neck, and the merge was initiated when the jewel touched Skye. The second time, I had it in my hand and initiated when I grabbed Skye around the waist. Neither time was intentional, so that doesn’t seem to matter. My best guess is that which merge is done depends on whether the necklace is being worn at the time of merging.”

“Okay, that sounds right,” Red said, nodding.

“We won’t really know until we do some tests.”

Red blanched.

“Can we try for the equal merging? It’s just…” I don’t want him to see my memories.

Red squirmed in her seat, too embarrassed to get the words out.

“You don’t have to explain,” Craig said, breaking the tension. “Taking complete control over someone makes me uncomfortable, too.”

“So, I guess, you take the necklace off and…” Red started.

Craig removed the necklace from around his neck.

“I touch you with the jewel, and see what happens.” He said, finishing Red’s thought.

They faced each other, each holding their breath in anticipation. The faint green light emanating from the gem grew as Craig brought it closer to Red’s upraised hand. The two were prepared when an eerie green light filled the room as their hands came together. Their fingers flowed into one another with a pleasant tingling sensation.

“Let’s do this,” Red whispered, mostly to herself, before leaning into Craig. She felt the briefest sensation of her lips colliding with his before their heads pushed into each other, and her mind went white with pleasure.

—

Red came to suddenly, her eyes snapping open. She was still on the couch in Lily’s apartment.

Something went wrong. We were supposed to be together. What happened?

She started patting her body to see if she had undergone any new changes. She ran down a checklist of her now familiar parts.

Boobs, check. Dick, sore but check. Pussy, check. Whew, everything’s still in place.

Her fears alleviated, Red finally noticed Craig right where he had been, sitting on the other side of the couch. He was apparently unchanged as well, but doing a similar exploration of his own body, his hands gingerly patting his crotch. Craig looked up to see Red and breathed a sigh of relief.

“You’re okay.”

“Yeah, dude. You don’t need to worry about me.”

“I know, but I still do.”

That’s so sweet of him.

“So what happened?” Red asked. “I thought we were supposed to merge.”

“We must have, the necklace…” Craig scanned the room, finding the artifact on a coffee table. It was resting on top of a handwritten letter.

“Looks like Cred left us a note,” Red said, impulsively grabbing the paper. Craig choked and trembled, trying to hold back his laughter.

I wonder how ridiculous I can make those before he breaks.

“You think we were a guy?” He finally managed to get out after controlling his shaking shoulders.

“No doubt. I’m getting total dude vibes,” Red huffed in response. “The chick version would be Reig or something.”

Craig had to turn away, hiding his face behind his elbow while pretending to cough. Red grinned broadly in a secret smile while he was occupied, her eyes crinkling in mirth. She took the opportunity to read the letter to herself.

Dear assholes,

Congratulations on making a whole new person with no thought for the consequences. As much as Red wants to get knocked up, you two would make the worst fucking parents ever. How the hell am I supposed to handle inheriting two people’s worth of repressed desire and zero people’s worth of effective coping strategies? You two can’t even be honest with each other about your feelings and you decide to skip that step and jump straight to combining on a cellular level like fucking jackasses. Do you know how it feels to look in the mirror and desperately want to fuck yourself? If you try to merge again without talking to each other about how you feel, I swear on all that is holy, you will both wake up with prolapsed anuses.

“Where the fuck does he get off talking to us like that?” Red raised her voice, trying to sound more offended than embarrassed. Craig perked up at her declaration, turning to see her and the letter.

“Why? What’s it say?”

Shit, I wish I could hide this from him. But he deserves to see it too. No matter how humiliating it is.

Red silently handed over the letter, her cheeks burning. Her eyes were locked onto Craig as he read. He started blushing almost immediately, his eyes snapping up to Red in surprise. With a gulp, he continued reading, his eyes frequently looking up to Red in alarm before darting back to the words. When done, he wordlessly put the letter back on the table.

Each stewed in their own thoughts as the silence stretched out uncomfortably. A few times, one would open their mouth to speak, only to think twice and close it again. Red’s eyes darted back and forth from Craig to her hands and back shyly to Craig.

Fuck, why is this so hard? Okay, he said he forgives you for what you did to him as Hank. Cyra said he was into you. Even this fusion of the two of us is telling me to shoot my shot. I’m not going to get a better chance than this.

She took a deep breath to steady herself and balled her hands into fists.

“I like you,” she suddenly blurted out. “You’re a good dude, you’re cute, you’re always ready to help, even when I spring a face reveal out of nowhere. And…”

Just rip it off like a bandaid.

“… I get wet imagining you fucking me raw.”

Red blurted out the last part, staring at her hands. Her face burned, and she could see the flush traveling down to her cleavage. Her heart thundered in her chest, and she dreaded Craig’s reaction. Her body betrayed her, however, sending blood rushing to her rapidly lubricating pussy.

“You’re amazing, you know that?” Craig was blushing, but otherwise appeared unfazed by her outburst. “I know you had a crush on me in high school, and that it tore you up inside. To come this far, to become who you’ve become. It’s unbelievable.”

“Sometimes, I don’t believe it myself,” Red admitted. “What if it’s not real? Maybe someday the clock strikes midnight, and I turn back into a pumpkin.”

“Pumpkin being Hank? No, I don’t think so.” Craig reassured her. “You’re still trying to find out who you are. I mean, this is college. Everyone is trying to figure out who they are, me included. But I think this version of you is closer to real than Hank ever was.”

“That’s the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me,” Red whispered. “Do you remember our kiss? That morning after it rained?”

“How could I forget?” Craig’s tone was hushed now, matching hers.

“My body remembers. You’re imprinted on me, permanently. Every day I want to have you. Drink you. Breathe you.”

Red couldn’t hold back any longer. Her body leaned toward Craig, pulled into him like gravity. She sensed his hesitation, heard his breath quicken, but he didn’t lean away. Achingly slow, the space between them shrank. Her senses screamed. She felt the heat radiating off his body. She could smell his arousal.

Dual moans filled the room when their lips met. Red squeezed her thighs together, trying in vain to quench the fire threatening to engulf her. Her pussy clenched, pushing her rigid cock against the prison of her shorts. Her nipples strained against her sports bra, aching for his touch.

Finally. This is more than I deserve from him, but I can’t stop wanting more. All of him.

Their mouths parted, and Red felt Craig’s hot breath against her face. She attacked his mouth, their second and third kisses in quick succession. Her body was burning with desire, her heart pounding like a revving engine. Her hands reached out and longingly stroked his jaw. Her fingers lightly traced his stubble before running to the back of his head to pull him more aggressively into their kiss.

Craig’s fingers gingerly found her waist, the feather-light touch sending electricity shooting through Red’s nerves. She whimpered with need and pushed herself against him, flattening her breasts and grinding her nipples against his chest.

Yes. He wants this. He wants me.

Craig chose that moment to suddenly grab her meaty hips. The unexpected pressure, his strong fingers transmitting his need straight to her molten core, set off something primed by her emotional victory. The fuse had been lit, and Red’s eyes widened in horror at the inevitable outcome.

“Oh no. Please. Not yet, not now. I’m-“

Red threw her arms around Craig, gripping him tight. She drew her legs up in a fetal position, trying in vain to suppress the processes of her traitorous body. Validation of a desire years in the making barreled down on Red, and her tears started flowing just before impact.

Not like this. Not when we were so close.

All her efforts to delay only served to magnify the experience. All the cells in her body were primed and ready when the orgasm finally hit. Unable to hold back anymore, Red let out a cry that was half sob of humiliation and half scream of ecstasy. She hid her face behind her hands, mortified of the spectacle she was making. Being seen by the man she wanted while unable to control her body, her humiliation only made the situation hotter.

Red’s hips exploded forward of their own accord, powerful abs and thighs pumping in time with a primal breeding rhythm. Even if she could have stifled her voice and stilled her convulsing legs, one more part of her body broadcast an unquestionable sign of her powerful climax. The waves of pleasure pulsing through her body finally triggered a cannonade of milky ordinance from her cock. The **** was so great that her semen squirted like a water fountain even through the impediment of her panties and shorts. Red trembled, her whole body burning, knowing a sticky mess was pooling between her thighs.

Craig’s hand had flown off Red’s skin like it was a hot stove. She couldn’t bear to peek, but she knew he must be watching her. There was no way to ignore the erotic spectacle she was making of herself. Her head spun, and even after the crashing waves of pleasure eventually receded, she was still a sobbing, quivering blob.

I ruined it. Fuck. Why do I always have to be too fucking much?

Red sniffled and rubbed her eyes, trying hopelessly to compose herself. When her vision cleared, Craig was watching her patiently, no hint of judgment on his face.

“Y-you could have warned me that you have magic hands, dude,” she said, her voice hoarse. Craig’s eyes widened in surprise before settling into a reassuring smile of understanding.

“Yeah, you know, everyone says how good I am with the ladies. I figured you already knew.”

Tears started running down Red’s face again. She made another futile attempt to wipe them away, but they refused to stop.

Crying in front of a guy. I’m such a fucking chick.

“Thanks for being chill about this. You didn’t have to be. You’re always so nice to me.”

“I mean- It’s for the best, probably,” Craig replied. “If you hadn’t… stopped. I don’t know how far I would have let us go.”

“Would that have been so bad?”

Craig looked away and took a deep breath. When he turned back, it was with a resigned expression.

“You deserve someone better than me, Red. Not someone with our history. Not someone who looks at you and can’t help seeing her.”

Her. Lily. I know I owe her this body, and my name, and this home. But right now, goddamn. I hate that bitch for getting kidnapped.

“It’s not your fault,” Craig continued, “but she’s there. In the flow of your hair, the shape of your eyes, the curve of your cheek. She’s always there.”

“Do you think,” Red said, hesitantly, “that someone like me… could ever end up with someone like you?”

Please don’t break my heart.

Craig’s brow furrowed, something inside him responding to her plea.

“You’re so far out of my league, it’s not fair. I’d kill to be with you except…”

Red let out a defeated sigh.

At least he let me down easy.

“I can’t think of you that way while Lily’s still out there. Once she’s safe, and I know where I stand with her, then maybe I can let myself be happy. But not until then, I’m sorry. Please don’t wait for me.”

Ugh, he’s so noble. This must be **** for him. Time to let him off the hook.

“It’s all good,” Red said, trying in vain to inject some mirth into her words. She gave him a light punch on the shoulder. “At least we’re still bros. This doesn’t have to mean anything. You were just helping me set a new PR on the any% glitchess orgasm speedrun.”

Craig gave a sigh of relief, his tensed shoulders relaxing. He **** out a nervous chuckle.

“Fuck, I’ve been cooped up in this apartment by myself too long.” Red continued. “I need to get laid. I’m probably gonna need a wingman to help me pick up a guy. Don’t worry, dude, I’m not talking about you.”

Craig looked back at the necklace.

“And looks like I need someone besides the two of us to do any more experiments.”

The two sat in contemplative silence for a beat before Red broke it.

“You know, I might have someone in mind.”

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