Red and Skye merge into Indy to fuck the newly enhanced Malik

Previously: Red successfully returned to her futa body after unmerging with the macho misogynist Randy. Malik agreed to absorb Randy to keep him from doing any more harm and gained a hypermasculine physique. Red, satisfied that Malik wasn’t under Randy’s influence, was about to help him try out his new equipment when they were interrupted by Skye. Skye accepted Red’s offer to be with Malik, but demanded they merge first.

Indigo

Lily’s bathroom was important for Red. It was where Hailey split into two changed women. Where Lily and Red prepared for a doomed threesome. Where Craig cared for her after food poisoning. A place that had seen many new beginnings.

But it’s never seen me, Indy thought at the door, not bothering to look at herself in the mirror.

Damn right. The thought came from the Red-flavored zone in her mind.

Skye occupied a different space, cold and rigid, but attentive.

Indy kicked open the door, striding into the apartment. Confident that she carried the best parts of two hotties, the stomp of her boots announced her presence. Skin-tight leather pants groaned in protest as they struggled to contain her muscular thighs.

The newly imposing Malik looked up from the sink where he was drying plates. His eyes shot open at the sight of the bold woman sashaying slowly towards him. She grinned with a predatory gleam in her mismatched eyes: one fiery green, one icy blue. When she winked her green eye at Malik, he nearly dropped his plate in surprise, fumbling it onto the counter.

Indy peeled the fingerless gloves off her hands before tossing them to the ground behind her. Next to go was the Merge Necklace, then her leather jacket, making a trail of clothing. Skye’s chest tattoo of a butterfly had become a moth on Indy’s shoulder.

“Get a good look at the outfit now, stud, ‘cause it won’t be on long.”

Malik swallowed.

Tell him he really revs your engine, Red thought at Indy.

Indy scoffed, ignoring the comment.

“I’m Malik, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he responded stiffly.

“Ooh, a gentleman,” she purred. “I’m Indy.”

“I don’t know if this is rude to ask, but what happened to Skye and Red? I mean, I know what happened. But why?”

“They both want you, and now they can both have you.”

Indy flipped her long, purple hair as she walked forward, showing no signs of stopping as she closed in on Malik. He retreated with his hands up until he was backed into the kitchen counter.

“Can we talk about this?”

Though tall for a woman, Indy’s size was no match for Malik’s. Nevertheless, she seemed to loom over him, her sexual intention broadcast from every muscle fiber.

“Do you wanna talk or do you wanna fuck?”

Indy stared intently at the growing bulge in his pants, licking her lips. Malik furrowed his brow and shielded his crotch from her view with his hands.

“The whole reason I’m here is because I’m not the guy who thinks with his dick. If you don’t want to talk, maybe you’d rather deal with Randy?”

Indy smiled broadly, delighted that he met her challenge.

“Looks like you were right about him,” Indy said, aloud.

Told ya, Red thought back. Next, he’s gonna ask for consent.

“So if there’s going to be four of us involved, I have to make sure we’re all on the same page,” Malik said carefully.

Red radiated a smug haze within Indy’s mind.

“Sure thing. I can speak for them when I say we’re all on board to try out your new equipment.”

“You say that, but I didn’t have a say when Carrie absorbed me. She wanted to use me for sex. I have to be sure it’s all consensual. So if you could just split-”

“Hold on,” Indy interrupted. “Lemme try something.”

Let’s see if I can put you in the driver’s seat, she thought, grabbing the part of her mind where Red was living. With a mental flex, she pulled Red forward until…

Her posture changed. A slouching of the shoulders, a slight widening of the eyes.

“Bro, this is wild!”

Red started feeling up Indy’s body. The stubble of her side cut, the new tattoo. Her hands quickly found the gap between her legs.

“Unreal,” she whispered to herself.

Don’t embarrass us! He’s watching. Skye’s thoughts rang out from the back of Indy’s mind.

Like a child caught with her hand in the cookie jar, Red straightened up, her hands flying to her sides. An embarrassed smile stretched across Indy’s face. She looked up at Malik, only to have to crane her head back farther than she expected.

“You’re so big.”

Malik peered intently at her.

“Yeah, that’s Red. So. I thought we had something going just now. You’re sure you want Indy to sub in?”

“Don’t worry about me, dude. I’ll be right here. It took a lot for Skye to show up tonight. She deserves a shot, and this is how she wants it.”

They traded nods.

“Good. Now, how about… Skye?”

Malik’s voice changed when he said her name. It came out softly. Tender. His brow was furrowed in an expression of concern.

You’re up, Indy thought at Skye. After a wordless pulse of **** agreement, she pulled Skye to the front.

Arms that Red had left at her sides folded across her chest. Skye glanced down at her body, and her eyes widened in surprise. She experimentally flexed a bicep and watched the muscle bulge at her command. She looked up to meet Malik’s gaze.

“I’m so big,” she whispered to herself.

“Sure,” Malik replied. “But I still see a lot of you in her.”

Skye scoffed.

“I interrupted, then Red roped me into this. I can go if you want.”

“You don’t have to go,” he said, his expression hopeful.

For fuck’s sake, just tell him you want him.

To be clear, that thought was from Indy, not from me, Red. I also think you should tell him you want him, but respectfully.

Skye glanced at Malik.

“I-I’ll stay, but,” Skye paused. “But you have to promise to be gentle with her. She’s softer than she looks.”

Malik nodded.

“I promise.”

His soft voice contrasted with his newly intimidating form. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of her mouth.

The woman in front of Malik shuddered, and in a moment, Indy was back in control.

“So. If we’re done with the fucking paperwork, can we get to the fucking fucking?”

Her tone was more playful than her words, and her mismatched eyes sparkled with delight.

“We good,” he replied. “Ready to take this to the bedroom?”

“Why wait?”

Indy deftly undid the button of her pants and grabbed the waist while stepping out of her boots. The skin-tight leather put up a fight, but she was able to **** it down over her hips and ass. Malik could only stare as, muscles flexing, the fused woman stepped out of the garment. She flashed him a grin, now dressed only in a thin tank top and damp black panties that had adhered to her cleft.

Indy relished his eyes on her and teased him, running her fingers up her waist before lifting her top over her head. Putting on a show, she turned around and bent double before pulling her panties down her pale, freckled legs. Her ass had all of Skye’s round volume, only popping out further with Red’s muscular glutes underneath. The crotch of her panties gripped valiantly to her bald lips, and even after being pulled off, a string of fluid connected them.

He can’t get enough of our ass, Indy thought to her passengers.

If it looks anything like Skye’s, he’s got good taste, Red answered smugly.

I could never strip like this, Skye bemoaned. I’d look ridiculous.

No more ridiculous than me, Indy countered while Red buzzed in approval.

“Your turn,” Indy purred, her purple hair hanging upside down as she peeked at Malik from next to her knees.

Caught staring, Malik grabbed his shirt and wrenched it over his head. In his haste, he misjudged his new strength and tore it nearly in half. His eyes bulged as his efforts only served to shred his shirt further, rather than get it off his body. Indy straightened up and chuckled, charmed at his predicament.

“Shit, I’m gonna have to be careful,” he muttered to himself.

With a flex, he tore open the collar and pulled the shirt off in pieces. He hurried to get his shoes and socks off next, but with intentional care. Indy admired his bulging pecs and abs as they slid under dark skin. Malik paused a moment, suddenly introspective, before pulling down his pants and underwear together.

Are you sure about this? Skye thought. You don’t think he’s too much?

He may be more than you expect, Red thought back. But he isn’t more than we can handle.

Indy bared her teeth, eyes locked on her target. In a flash, she joined him next to the kitchen counter and started rapidly plunging three fingers into herself, trying to prepare her channel for Malik’s hardening monster.

“Come on, big boy,” she growled. “I need that in me. Now.”

Malik took his member in his broad hand before being struck by a thought.

“Are you sure you don’t need foreplay? Or at least a condom?”

“Live fast. Die young. Leave a good-looking corpse,” Indy said, her eyes staring deeply into Malik’s. “I’m okay with not being around past tomorrow, but that means I’m not gonna waste any time today.

“Including,” she said, throwing a leg over Malik’s shoulder in a standing split. “Finally using Red’s flexibility for more than blowing herself.”

Girl! Don’t tell him about that, Red whined.

Indy felt her cheeks burn in response to Red’s embarrassment.

Hey, this whole thing was your idea, Red. Am I right Skye?

Skye hummed in amusement.

Malik had zoned out, apparently caught up in the mental image of Red that Indy had given him. She recaptured his attention by grabbing his dick and felt it lurch in her hand. Malik crouched slightly to give her a better angle. His breath hitched when she pressed his dark purple head against her drooling lips.

Hold on tight, Indy warned the passengers in her mind before dropping her hips and lowering herself on Malik’s rod. She threw her head back and hissed, sucking air between her teeth as he entered her, deliciously stretching her cunt.

Malik grabbed her around the waist, stopping her progress.

“Are you good? Is it too much?” He asked, concerned.

Indy’s hips twitched, trying to draw him further into her, but she was held fast in his firm grip. A growl rose in her throat.

“This isn’t gonna work if we keep stopping. I know you’re worried about hurting me, but I was literally made for this. Do you trust me?”

Indy leaned back, bracing herself on the kitchen counter. Her abs flexed with each breath. Malik looked conflicted, but eventually nodded.

“Yes,” he said, letting go of her waist.

Yes, Red echoed.

After a moment, Skye hesitantly repeated the mantra.

Yes.

Indy let her weight **** her down his length. She groaned in a mixture of pleasure and pain as she was split over his cock inch by glorious inch. In her mind, she felt the sensations ripple through her passengers. For the next minute, Indy existed as nothing but a pussy. She had no room for any other thoughts or sensations as she was stretched to her limit.

Indy jolted when he hit her cervix. She tensed, the veins in her legs bulging. Malik’s hands sprang out to grab her again, but stopped before touching her glistening skin. With a look of intense concentration, he pulled his arms back and locked eyes with Indy.

Inside Indy, Red was a puddle of need. She ached to be filled. Skye was hesitant, but no longer brittle. Seeing Malik’s hesitancy, his caution softened her.

Indy smiled and gave Malik an approving nod. With the next drop of her hips, he slid past her cervix, and she let out the breath she had been holding.

“Good boy,” she purred. Red and Skye both resonated with her pleasure.

Pushing off the counter, she put her full weight down, finally bottoming out. Panting, she felt the bulge his cock made on her trim belly, caressing it from the outside.

“Your turn, stallion. Show me what you got.”

His hands held her again, but around her hips this time. Surprisingly gentle, he started thrusting his hips. He took it slow, at first, barely moving. The vice grip on his cock meant Indy’s pussy was stretching, being pulled out of her with each small stroke.

“Harder,” she insisted.

At her instruction, he grunted and put more power into each thrust. The kitchen filled with the satisfying sound of slapping flesh. Indy moaned, and soon they were joined in a primal rhythm, his cock sliding easily in and out of her.

“Yes,” Indy purred, each wave of pleasure creating higher than the last. “Fuck yes!”

“I’m getting close,” Malik warned. His eyes roamed over her body, from her brilliant hair to the muscular leg draped over his chest. “I can pull out.”

“Don’t you dare,” she growled in response. She started rubbing her clit, **** to meet him at the summit. “I can trust you, right?”

Malik nodded in response, concentrating on holding back his orgasm.

“Time to put those muscles to use. Catch!”

With a grunt of exertion, Indy hopped off the floor, rotated her hips, and wrapped her legs around his waist. His fingers dug deep into her ass to support her full weight. Somehow, she had performed the manoeuvre without letting him slip out. Now chest-to-chest, Indy linked her hands around Malik’s neck.

“I’m in your hands now, stud. Finish strong.”

Malik pounded her in earnest, his pace quickening. Despite the massive tool plumbing her depths, Indy couldn’t help but feel safe in his strong arms. He held her like she was as light as a feather.

His thrusts pushed her backwards until she hit the refrigerator. The **** of his body slamming into hers started rocking the fridge as they both reached the point of no return.

Malik roared as he came. Swollen balls, aching from an entire night of unfulfilled lust, finally clenched, delivering load after load of cum. Warmth filled Indy’s belly, and she knew her own climax was only moments away. Red rippled like a pool of water, rushing to hit the experience first. Skye held on a moment longer, trying to prolong the pleasure. Time stood still as three minds lost themselves under the **** of a toe-curling orgasm.

With her eyes rolled back, Indy could only twitch and whine incomprehensibly as Malik carried her. He gently lowered her onto the kitchen table, his cock still caught in her spasming pussy. Malik casually caressed her soft inner thighs as her eyelids fluttered. When her eyes, one green, one blue, finally focused, they found Malik looking down at her with a satisfied smile. His white teeth gleamed against his dark skin.

Indy stretched her arms and arched her back cat-like, appreciating Malik’s eyes on her. Instead of letting him go, her legs remained locked around his waist. With a flex of her powerful core and thighs, she lifted herself off the table and back up against his chest.

She kissed him, crushing her lips against his and digging into his broad back with her black-painted nails.

“So,” she said, breathless. “Ready for round two?”