Red and Carrie bring Malik home

Previously:

Carrie was created when the Merge Necklace combined the nerdy Craig with the matronly Cam. She accompanied Red to a frat party to help her find a man, but got carried away enjoying being the center of attention. When a fight almost broke out over men trying to claim her, Red and Malik came to her aid with the pretense that they were leaving to spend the night together.

Carrie

Carrie clung to Malik’s side as the three made their way down the sidewalk. She was a little tipsy, but she was mostly trembling from nerves. It was supposed to be fun. The kind of wild night that Craig and Cam had never experienced. A chance to be hot and carefree.

But now it’s ruined.

“I’m so sorry, Red,” Carrie whined. “I fucked up. This was supposed to be your night, but I got us kicked out of the party.”

Tears started to well in her eyes. Red reached over from the other side of Malik to pat her back.

She trusted me to be her wingman, I was created for it. But now her options are down to one guy. This has to work out.

“You two are the best. I don’t know what would have happened if you hadn’t saved me,” Carrie said, intentionally slurring her words a little.

“Yeah,” Red chuckled. “Selflessly throwing yourself in harm’s way to protect someone else. I’d be tempted to use the H-word, but I’ve been told it’s forbidden.”

“And for good reason,” Malik chimed in, jokingly. “It’s nice to know you’re learning the rules.”

“Oh, Red’s super thoughtful.” Carrie chimed in.

“Thoughtful is good.”

“Oh yeah? What else do you like in a partner?” Carrie continued, surreptitiously comparing Red’s abs to the abs she imagined dwelt under Malik’s jersey.

“Um, I guess a bold girl. Like direct. But still a little mysterious.”

“Well, let me tell you, Red is hella mysterious. You wouldn’t believe the life she’s had.”

“It sounds like you have someone in mind already,” Red said, cutting Carrie off. “Maybe if my hair was dyed a different color? Or if I delivered pizzas?”

Carrie felt Malik stiffen.

“So you’re giving me shit for that, too? Why does everyone know about my personal life?”

“No shade, man. I’m rooting for you. I ran into her the other day, and she told me she’s into you,” Red said.

“I don’t know about that,” Malik grumbled. “She hasn’t shown any interest.”

“Well, maybe she’s waiting for you to make the first move.”

“I’m respecting her choice. I’m not gonna even try starting anything with her unless I’m sure she’s into it 100.”

“I can respect that. But it’s too bad you took yourself off the market when there aren’t enough good guys to go around.”

“Well, we’re here!” Carrie said, having arrived at Lily’s apartment.

Come on, Red. You have to get his mind off other girls.

“I hope you ladies had a good night, but-”

“Oh come on!” Carrie interrupted. “The night is still young. We made you leave your party, but you can still party with us. Please? I insist.”

“Yeah,” Red added. “You’re a great guy, and I really want to spend some more time getting to know you. Why don’t you come up? I think I still have some leftover tacos we can split. I’m 100.”

Malik thought it over a moment before nodding. Carrie giggled in triumph and shot Red a smile. Once inside, Carrie quickly set to work putting on some mood music and mixing a drink for their guest. Peeking over, she was happy to see Malik and Red continuing to chat. She sat in Red’s streaming chair, eavesdropping while pretending to do something on the computer.

“So why aren’t you a starter yet?” Red asked Malik.

“You say that like it’s easy.”

“No, it’s hard as fuck. But you’re good enough, and you work hard enough.”

Malik smirked.

“Maybe, but I’m just not there physically. When I’m in the paint, or setting a pick, I get bodied.”

“Huh. It’s hard to imagine you getting pushed around.”

“Just can’t put on weight. Skinny genes, I guess.”

Ugh, sport ball? Really, Red? You’re the futa who pounded Cyra to within an inch of her life. Show him how lucky he would be to get to fuck you.

Carrie strode over to the pair and handed them each a drink.

“So,” she interjected. “You still want a blowjob?”

Red and Malik both choked on their drinks.

“Carrie!” Red chided, trying to suppress a coughing fit.

“She’s good for it. And she likes you even if you don’t have a big dick. No cap.”

“You don’t have to answer that,” Red added, hurriedly.

“I don’t know how to answer that. This is getting weird.” Malik said, looking more confused than anything.

“Well, it’s gonna get weirder. There are a few things I have to get off my chest,” Red started to say before taking a deep breath.

“I’m not Hank’s cousin, I’m Hank. We found this magic necklace, and it transformed my body, and now I’m like this. I’m sorry for sleeping with Skye, it was shitty, and I’m trying to be a better person now. If it makes you feel any better, she still hates me.”

Malik blinked a few times before shooting Carrie with an incredulous look.

“Did I just hear that?”

“Sure did, big guy. The necklace changed me, too.”

Malik blinked a few more times before turning back to Red.

“You seem like a chill girl, so I’m not gonna tell you I don’t believe you. How about we never talk about it again?”

Red grimaced before continuing.

“Also, in the interest of transparency, I do still have a penis. But I also have a pussy that I’ve been dying to try out.”

Red flashed what she thought was her cutest smile.

Malik facepalmed.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“I just don’t want it to be a surprise. But if that’s a dealbreaker, I understand.”

“Look,” Malik said. “It’s been a hell of a night. Maybe we can get to know each other some more another time, but this is way too much for me right now.”

Red sighed and plopped onto the bed.

“Yeah, I get it. I guess it was a long shot-”

“No!” Carrie interrupted.

This night will not end in failure. I won’t let it.

“What’s wrong with Red? Are you a transphobe? She’s so fucking hot, how can you not see that?”

“What?” Malik sputtered. “She’s treating this like something she’s supposed to do, not something she wants to do. I told you I’m not in unless it’s 100.”

“Carrie, what the hell?” Red gasped.

“Fucking men,” Carrie muttered. “Thinking with their dicks except when you want them to.”

He has no idea how it must feel, being rejected just for being futanari. I wish it hadn’t come to this, but Red needs me.

She crossed the room and pulled the Merge Necklace from its hidden case, quickly putting it around her neck. She approached the confused Malik with grim determination.

“Fine. I’ll do it myself.”

She pushed the emerald into Malik’s chest, and he disappeared in a flash of green light. A surge of masculine energy flowed into Carrie. Uneasy in her curvaceous form, it flooded into her muscles: they burned as they were reshaped from the inside out. Her skin briefly glowed before a pressure low in her core **** her legs apart. Carrie’s breath caught as she struggled to contain Malik’s strength. It converged almost painfully at the front of her pelvis before exploding outward in throbbing glory.

“A futa deserves a futa.”