Skye barges in

Previously: After Hank fucked, then ghosted her, Skye remade herself into a woman not to be fucked with. Her new abrasive tone and spiked collar mostly served to keep guys away, including her crush, Malik. In the meantime, Hank had been magically transformed into the Amazonian futa Red. Since then, she’s been frustratingly sincere about making amends, including inviting Skye to meet Malik after he absorbs Randy.

Skye

Why am I even here?

Skye could hear muffled voices on the other side of the door.

Malik has to be in there with Red. Unless she just brought me here to fuck with me again. She still has a penis, so she very well could be luring me here to fuck me. Except that everyone believes she’s different now. Even Cyra, and she was half me.

Skye tried to shake away the intrusive thoughts.

Focus. You’re a bad bitch, now. Nobody’s using you again.

She combed her fingers through her hair to bring out some more volume, then tugged up the waist of her shorts, pulling them tight into the crack of her most valuable asset.

It’ll be fine. Malik isn’t Hank. You’re not the old Skye. You can keep yourself safe.

With that final affirmation, Skye grabbed the doorknob, flinging the door open without knocking. She strode in with formulated confidence and caught sight of the pair in the kitchenette. She was so focused on making her customary no-knock entrance that she didn’t process what the two were doing until she was already halfway across the room.

Malik was mostly obscured by Red’s body, but his arms were around her, his fingers digging into the firm globes of her ass. Red’s head whipped around to identify the intruder barging in, but Skye knew what she saw. Her lips on his.

It should have been me.

Skye **** her practiced scowl across her features, but it was too late. In that moment of weakness, Red had seen her.

Red could have been shocked at being caught. She could have gloated. The expression she had was even worse. She was worried about Skye.

Red pushed herself away from Malik and rushed to Skye’s side. Skye couldn’t help but notice Red’s unashamed arousal: her erection leading the way as it leaked a growing spot of precum on the front of her pants.

“It was a buzzer beater, but you got here in time,” Red said.

Skye couldn’t meet her eyes. Disarmingly green, they saw straight through Skye’s tough facade.

Don’t look at me like that. I don’t need your help. I need to get mad.

“What the fuck were you two doing?” She hissed.

“Malik’s pretty worked up from the necklace. I was worried you wouldn’t come.”

The necklace? Right, Red’s back to being femme. So that means Malik…

For the first time, Skye beheld the transformed Malik without Red in the way. Her mouth dropped a moment before her knees gave out, dropping her to her ass. From the floor, he looked gargantuan. Even bigger than Hank.

Disjointed memories tumbled through her mind in an avalanche. Muffling her grunts of pain into her pillow as Hank pounded her from behind. The humiliation of Hank discarding her like a used condom. Red fucking Cyra to within an inch of her life.

No. It’s too much.

Something shifted between Malik’s legs. Skye’s scattered mind couldn’t process what her eyes were trying to tell her. Suddenly, disconnected shadows in the creases of his pants came together as the undeniable outline of his cock stretching down one pant leg. Her eyes flew open.

It’s as big as my arm.

Skye scrambled backwards before lurching to her feet. Her heart pounded in her chest. Panicked breaths trampled each other to escape her throat.

“This was a mistake.”

Skye turned and fled. She grabbed a door handle and wrenched it open, slamming it closed after her. Instead of the hallway, she found herself in the bathroom.

Skye, you idiot.

Trapped, she turned on the sink and splashed water on her face.

Now they think you’re lost or have IBS.

Skye jumped at the soft knock on the door.

“You okay in there?” Red asked in a hushed tone, her voice muffled by the door.

Skye remained silent, trying to come up with the least embarrassing answer.

“Can I come in?” Red continued after a pause.

“It’s your place,” Skye replied, conflicted.

“Technically, Lily is still making automatic rent payments,” Red corrected. “I just want to make sure you’re not actually on the toilet in there.”

“... I’m not.”

Red slipped inside, closing the door gently behind her. She realized she was looming over Skye in the cramped confines of the bathroom and took a seat on the toilet. Entirely unembarrassed, she gave Skye an easy smile.

“How do you do that?” Skye asked. “You’ve been a girl for a few months, but you’re already comfortable draping yourself all over a guy. You’re rocking your new body and hair. You have a raging hard-on, and you don’t even care who looks.”

Red looked down at her crotch, then shrugged.

“I-” Red started to say, before pausing to give the question some real thought. “Maybe after rebuilding myself from the ground up, I had to decide what matters to me. I mean, I still care what people think about me. I still want people to like me. But it’s not the only thing I want anymore.”

Ugh, she means it too.

“Do you know how hard it is to keep hating you?” Skye asked. “After you ghosted me, I tried to be a different person. Someone hard. But while I’m over here just pretending, you went and actually did it. Now you’re the bad bitch, and I’m just the poser.”

Red took Skye’s hand in hers.

“I don’t think that. No one thinks that.”

Skye looked away, struggling to keep her composure.

“Malik doesn’t think that,” Red continued, her voice hushed.

Skye’s cheeks burned, and her eyes darted momentarily at the door.

“You could be fucking him already. Why are you here, sitting on the shitter?” Skye snarked.

“Because I want you two to be together. You would be if I hadn’t gotten in the way.”

“So what? You think you owe me?” Skye accused.

Red’s face fell. Her shoulders slumped, and she took a deep breath before responding.

“Yes, I owe you. But I know this doesn’t make up for what I did to you. This is me trying to follow bro code. Or girl code, I guess. You were into him first.”

Fine, but even if you have good intentions…

“What makes you think he’d be interested in me?”

“Because he was interested when we were fighting over you, and you’ve only gotten more interesting since then.”

Red’s eyes sparkled mischievously, and Skye couldn’t help but remember why she fell for Hank in the first place. His magnetic smile. His unwavering confidence. His overwhelming affection. Until that affection was withdrawn.

“How can I take a chance with him? What if …”

What if he sees how fake I am?

What if he gets tired of me?

“... his dick is too big?” Skye finished, leaving her true fears unsaid.

Red’s brow furrowed.

“Yeah, it’s bigger now, but-” Red started.

“You don’t understand,” Skye interrupted. “He’s SO much bigger than me. I don’t even know if he’d fit. What if he’s rough with me like you were?”

“Rough?” Red sputtered. “You never said anything.”

“How could I? You were the star athlete. I was just the groupie, happy to be picked.”

Red blanched.

“He’s not like me. I promise.”

“Easy for you to say. I remember how hard you fucked Cyra. You have the strength and stamina to go round for round with him. I’m not like you.”

Red’s eyes widened as a thought struck her.

“But what if you were?”

Red stood and slipped out of the room, returning a few moments later with the Merge Necklace in her hands.

“Fucking dork is washing the dishes,” Red said, shaking her head in disbelief before turning her attention back to Skye.

“You want to merge?” Skye asked, her mind racing.

“What? No. I want you to absorb me.”

The confusion must have shown on Skye’s face, because Red continued.

“I don’t want to make a new person. I want you to take what you need from me to be with Malik. So you have the confidence to be yourself with him next time. My muscles, my stamina, whatever you need, it’s yours.”

But it would still be me he’s with. If he doesn’t like me, it’ll be me he rejects.

Skye shook her head.

“No, I want to merge. I’ll be inside the new person. That’s enough.”

Skye thought back to last night, when she merged with Cam to make Candy. Her arm struck, grasping the necklace’s emerald. The chain snaked around their hands, binding them together.

“Skye, I don’t think this is a good idea,” Red said, her voice strained.

“You owe me,” Skye declared. “This is how you make it up to me.”

Skye stared daggers, and this time, it was Red’s resolve that faltered.

“Fine, but just this once.”

Skye grinned in triumph, finally getting one over on her old lover.

“So, like you said, she’ll have your muscles, your build, your stamina, your tan…”

“Wait,” Red interrupted. “She can’t just be me. Your freckles won’t show up if she’s too tanned. She should have your hair, too.”

“This?” Skye scoffed, flipping her head. “Your hair is better.”

“Agree to disagree. Maybe we can do a mix of both.”

“Whatever, it just has to be long. I guess she’ll have my ass.”

“But not my dick,” Red said. “I don’t think he’s into it.”

As they spoke, the necklace had made its way up their arms, revealing a muscular forearm. It was pale and dotted with freckles. Their hand had black painted nails.

“Really? My nails?” Skye scoffed. “I didn’t think that would come through.”

“As much as you think you’re faking it, your style is part of who you are now. I’m psyched to share it.”

“But how’s your style going to mix with mine?”

“Well,” Red said, putting a finger to her chin in thought. “I do have a motorcycle.”