The Fusion

When the smoke cleared, Larkin opened her eyes, realizing that something was wrong. She felt heavy, and there was a strange pressure on her back. She tried to move, but her left side was somewhat numb and inactive.

That's when she looked and saw herself naked with two legs, two arms, a chest,

…and another head looking back at her in shock.

Larkin and Strider found themselves fused together. They now had two heads on one torso, with Larkin's head on the right and Strider's head on the left. They both looked down at their new body and gasped.

Their shared body had a combination of both of their physical features. They were extremely attractive and had a little bit of a belly but overall breathtakingly curvy figure, large jiggling breasts, and a huge butt. Larkin's pale, gothic skin clashed and faded with Strider's bright, clownish skin. Other than Larkin’s tattoos and Strider’s big red nose, their physiology below their necks looked and felt different to both parties. As they began to explore their shared body, they quickly realized that they could control their respective sides, but with some overlap.

They were both in shock and disbelief. Larkin couldn't believe that she was now attached to a dimwitted clown, while Strider was curious about the dark and gothic appearance of her new body-mate.

Larkin was horrified and angry, lashing out at Strider for ruining her ritual and trapping them in this predicament. Strider, on the other hand, was amused and fascinated by their newfound situation. She began to make jokes and silly faces, trying to lighten the mood, but Larkin was not amused.

As they stumbled out of the woods, still arguing, they soon realized that their situation was more complicated than they had thought.

The conjoined women rushed over to Larkin’s apartment nearby to cover up their nudity, then took a moment to catch their breaths, which also felt different. It didn’t take long for Larkin to go through all of her research to figure out what had happened, but she couldn't find any records to explain their situation.

Larkin tried everything she could think of to separate from Strider. They tried to simply pull themselves apart, but their flesh was melded together too tightly. Next, they tried to use Larkin’s magic to undo the spell, but nothing seemed to affect them. Finally, they sought help from numerous doctors, scientists, and witches. Sadly, they could do nothing, and the reason was clear.

Normally, clowns and magic-welding beings were complete opposites, but their cursed DNA strands had permanently entangled, bonding them on a cellular level. Even more so, their genetic structures were intertwined so seamlessly, it was as if they were born like this. Everything organ below their necks was that of a single person, but in Larkin and Strider’s case, it was shared between them.

No amount of dark magic or medical science could undo this damage. The bond was simply irreversible. They were forever trapped with each other and doomed to constantly fight for complete control, each wanting to go their own way.

Still, Larkin refused to submit to the diagnostics. She was determined to find a way to separate them and return to her solitary existence. Strider, however, was curious to see where this bizarre adventure would take them.