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Put together
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Chapter 1: A new game
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"I got it, I got it, I got it !!!!"

*fwap!*

Amy skidded into the sand, lengthwise. Her hands had just barely reached the volleyball coming down on their side of the field. Her antlers - she was one of the rare female deer gifted with those - rattled as she hit the ground, and her shoulder ached painfully from the impact. But all that did not deter her cheer as she watched the ball sail up in a straight line, still in the game.

Jack saw the opportunity and sprinted with the graceful leaps of the stag he was. He had to jump over Amy. She kept herself low and out of reach of his hooves as she watched him leap into the air like a superhero, arms outstretched, eyes focused on the ball. She couldn't help but smile.

*SLAM!* - His hands smashed the ball in a straight line into the opposing field, where it thudded into the sand in a cloud of dust.

The otter girl and her brother who played on the other side had no chance. The brother had at least made a futile attempt to run towards the ball as it crashed down, but he could not even get close. He still kept running, out of breath from the tight match and came to a halt with an expression of exhaustion, but luckily they didn't seem to be upset about the defeat. On the contrary.

"Well played guys, nice game!" his sister commented across, cheerfully.

Jack had stretched out his hand to Amy gentleman like. She gladly took it and lifted herself up onto her hooves, still a bit out of breath, but beaming. They had actually won this time!

"It was close. Want a rematch?" Jack asked across the net. But the otters politely declined. The sun was getting low after all, and the shadows crept longer.

"How about Thursday?" the otter girl asked.

Jack glanced at Amy. Amy nodded. It was holidays, and the weather would be nice all week. Thursday would be good.

"Sure, see ya then!" Jack waved back and grabbed his bag. The other team were also packing their stuff and left the field in the direction of the bus station. Amy followed Jack to the parking lot and stretched herself. She was wearing a short sports tanktop which framed her full chest nicely but left her waist free. Jack had his upper body clad in nothing but his fur, but both were wearing shorts, an outfit well suited for a game on an early hot summer day.

"Shall we head to my place for a shower?" he asked. They both were sweaty from the game, but there were other reasons she nodded eagerly and followed him to his car. Her heart beat fast with excitement and delight. However just as they reached the car, she spotted a few girls on the other side of the parking lot and a shadow hushed over her face for a split second. She climbed into the passenger seat and momentarily got lost in thoughts as he started driving the usual route.

Casey, Emily and a few other shallow characters were chatting and behaving like fifteen year olds, even though they had just graduated this year like she had. Less than a year ago she had still been one of them, addicted to her smartphone and expensive designer clothing with her grades down in the basement. Somewhere in the area of 'need to cheat a bit in the last exam to not fail the course'. Worse, she had actually been proud of it. After all that was what everyone did, right? It was so important to be one of them and always up to scratch with the latest hype.

However, after being a bitch like the others had gotten her into trouble, she had learned a number of valuable lessons. A thorough 'reality check' - which she wished were in stock for some of her former friends as well. Well, except for Casey, whom she had always hated, she had not really burned any bridges. But after she had stopped answering to their constant messaging and vanished for six weeks in the summer as she spent the holidays with her uncle, they had sort of forgotten about her. More importantly, after she got back, she had made a few significant changes to her lifestyle that were just not compatible with the old clique.

For once, she studied hard, in the hope to get a scholarship. That left her with not enough free time to message her friends 24/7. And then she had started running and doing sports after school, which made her meet other, nicer people. On the other hand she found some of her old friends behaviour increasingly shallow and stupid and just didn't want to deal with their gossip and problems anymore. Their problems were so - unimportant.

Jack lived alone in a student flat. He had a sports scholarship and had just finished his first year at college. Amy followed him in, and once the door was locked, went ahead into the bathroom while he trashed his sports bag contents into a laundry pile. "I'll come in a second."

They had met on the playing field. He first had seen her from behind and thought she was a guy. Once he realized his mistake it had been quite embarrassing for both. Funny in retrospect - Amy had to smile when she thought back. He was quite proud of his antlers, yet she had the bigger rack. He just couldn't keep concentrated during the game. Afterwards they had gone to a coffee place, and well, one thing had led to another.

By now Amy no longer minded that he joined her in the shower, both unclothed and wet. Although her heartbeat still went faster, and she caught her eyes ogling down unto his well sized equipment. She looked back up into his face just fast enough to notice his gaze dart up guiltily from her wet breasts. Both blushed.

"Do you want to soap me again?" she asked him as she turned around bashfully, so he could put some shampoo into his hands and start working it into her fur. He started with her shoulders and back. His masculine smell, mixed with that of her own sweat got overridden by the fragrant herb smell of the shampoo. She liked his natural smell, musky and arousing, but after sports it was a bit overwhelming and just nice to both get clean. Soon he reached around and worked it into her belly fur, then played with her breasts, his hands all slippery from the soap. A gasp escaped her and she closed her eyes and leaned back until she felt his now erect cervine cock throb against the small of her back.

Getting dried up was sexual torture, both were unable to take their eyes off each others body, yet their fur seemed to take forever to stop dripping. Soon later they dove into Jacks bed like olympic swimmers with a head start, giggling like children as he pinned her down under him. He took her hoof into one hand to gently spread her legs for what was to come, while his other was fondling with her nipples. She looked up to him with love in her eyes, enjoying every touch of his hands on her.

Suddenly a weird question found its way into Amy's head, and she surprised herself that she asked it right away, that very moment.

"Jack, what would you do if you could plug my legs out?"

Jack looked at her puzzled. "Plug your legs out? What do you mean?"

He spread her legs a bit further, looking at the fur covered sexy insides of her hips as they were revealed to him.

She blushed, unsure why she even asked. He would likely never know about her secret anyway. "Just like, you know, with a doll, pull them and they come out and you could put them back later. If it was possible."

Jack had to smirk at that weird picture in his head. "Well, I guess there'd be a few kinky things that would cross my mind. Would certainly make access here easier!"

Amy gasped as he cupped her sex with his hand and spread her nether lips with two fingers. Her outstretched legs trembled as a shiver went up her spine.

Moments later the question was forgotten as both their minds were too occupied to think about it any longer. She closed her eyes and gave in to the sensations, as his muzzle slowly traced a line through her belly fur, around her belly button and up to her breasts. Stan's fingers still spread her labia, but his palm hovered just a fraction of an inch above her urging sex so his fur just barely brushed her clitoris. The second she couldn't bear it any longer and thrust her own hip upwards into his palm, his other hand squeezed under her rump and squeezed her butt cheek.

A pleading moan escaped her, and she felt her belly muscles tremble as she arched her back - the same moment his lips wrapped themselves around her left nipple, and then his teeth squeezed into her ever so gently. Again she tried to force her hip against his grasp, as she felt the tip of his longest finger barely touch her entrance. His fur soaked up her emerging moisture, then spread it, tingling and soothing, from the front of her urging slit, back to the sensitive underside of her trembling tail.

Amy stretched out her arms to wrap them around her boyfriend, then pulled him up on top of herself, until his muzzle met hers for a kiss, until his throbbing shaft kissed her moist nethers and his tip rested so very lightly and promising between her legs.

She waited until his tongue and hers had separated, took a deep breath, then grasped his muscular butt cheek and pulled his hip unto hers, filling herself with him. Now it was his turn to moan...


Chapter 2: Pleasant surprises
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Amy came home from running. The large morning round, two blocks through the neighborhood, across the train lines and past the old factories, then along the fields to the little forest. Back through some other fields and then the residential area where all the rich people lived, another two blocks, and home again. It had already been quite hot today and she was sweaty and thirsty, but all the muscles in her legs tingled pleasantly from the exercise.

She quickly placed her running shoes - little more than hoof protectors - next to the door, then hurried her way to the kitchen. Amy's eyes went wide in surprise.

The kitchen was all decorated with paper chains and flowers, even a fancy tablecloth. The table was already set for breakfast, and a card wrapped in present paper waited on her plate.

Was that for her? It must be! Today was her nineteenth birthday after all.

"Mom!" she complained , more amused than really annoyed "I'm not a little girl anymore!"

"Happy birthday sweetheart." her mother replied, chuckling at her daughter's facial expression. "Look, I made pancakes for you."

"Oh mom, that wouldn't have been necessary. I..." she interrupted her speech to take a long gulp from the water bottle out of the fridge. "I think I need to take a quick rinse first, I'm soaked!"

"Sure, take your time." she said and sipped her coffee.

Amy went to shower. Cold, and quick. This breakfast with her mother was important, Celia was being sent to another state by her company and would be gone for three weeks. Amy would have the house all for herself, but she was glad she'd still have a few hours together before she'd have to drive her mom to the airport.

Less than ten minutes later a still wet but refreshed deer came down the stairs. Her mother still sat there and sipped her coffee, smirking suspiciously. The present was still placed on Amy's plate.

Obviously she was waiting for her to open the wrapped card right in front of her. Although Celia did her best to leave her facial expression casual, Amy knew her mother well enough to know something was up - right from the moment she had opened the door.

"Let's see, what could this possibly be..." Amy dragged the action of opening the present. Until she recognized the logo on the envelope, then she suddenly ripped the wrapping off with haste.

Inside was a rather official looking letter, addressed quite formally and with the seal of the state university. Seeing the pleading look in her mothers eyes she started to read the letter aloud.

"Dear Miss Rockefeller,

we are pleased to inform you that we finished reviewing your application. You have been admitted for enrollment this fall.

Based on your preliminary exam scores as well as the results of the screening tests you participated in, your admission into our university sponsored scholarship program has been granted. Be aware that the continuous funding is subject to reevaluation based your performance throughout your degree, and a minimum score point threshold must be met each term... "

Amy didn't manage to read any further. Tears of joy formed in her eyes and she jumped off her seat to land in her mother's hugging embrace. Her mother's eyes glistened wet, too. Amy didn't know what to say, all the months of hard studying and then hoping against the odds. And now she was in!

"Congratulations Amy, you're going to Uni!" her mother said. She herself had to suppress a sob and squeezed her daughter harder. Amy was beaming as she finally let go of her mother and gave her a kiss on the cheek. If ever a mother had been proud of her daughter before, Celia was! It showed in her eyes!

"I have a confession to make though." Celia said, her expression was now guilty mixed with a mischievous smile "It already arrived on monday, I saw the logo and hid the letter until today."

"Aw! Mom! How could you!" Amy answered in mock indignation, giggling. She had to tell Jack, this was awesome! Right after breakfast she'd send an email!

"There's also a box that came with the post this morning, addressed for you. It's from Uncle Joe."

Amy nearly dropped the knife that she had taken up to spread jam on a pancake. "From Joe? Where?"

"Upstairs, I put it on your bed!" Celia announced, smiling. "It was sent registered."

This day just got even better! Amy could hardly await the moment she'd get there. What could he have sent her, she wondered? Not the... no, no way, he wouldn't send her that. Forbidden hope fought with the rational musing that he'd never part with that thing - or would he?

Curiosity nagged on her, it was very hard now to stay at the table. But it would have been rude to run away on her mom, considering she'd be gone for three weeks.

Celia sipped her coffee and watched her daughter eat. A smirk went across her face.

"Go on, tell your boyfriend already, I have to finish packing anyway." she suggested.

Amy nearly suffocated on her last sip of juice, coughed sputtering, and blushed deeply.

Was she that easy to read? She really had meant to tell her mother about Jack but she hadn't gotten to yet. At first she hadn't been sure if there really was anything going on, and later she dreaded it for not having spilled the beans sooner. She felt so bad now.

"I'm sorry mom, I so was gonna tell you..."

Celia waved her off and just laughed. "Amy, stop! It's OK, really. I might be an older model, but I do know how it is to fall in love. You're radiating when you come home lately. That, and I saw you climb out of his car the other day." she said giggling, "What his name by the way?"

"His name's Jack. He's going to college downtown."

"How nice" she said happily. "You're gonna study basically next door when you are at uni then. Now go already and tell him."

"Thanks mom!" she said and gave her mother another kiss. Happy and relieved that this had been so easy after all, but the blush stayed on her cheeks.

Amy checked the box on the bed while her laptop resumed from power-save. It was packed in brown packaging paper and wrapped with packing thread, very old school. Her name and address was hand written, although the parcel service had put a barcode sticker on it.

Inside it was a cardboard box, and inside that a letter from Uncle Joe. And a wrapped present. Amy's heart beat higher, it had exactly the size of the box she remembered.

"Dear Amy,

Happy birthday and congratulations for making it through high school. Your mom is really proud of you, she says you've been staying ahead all year, and might well go to University now, too.
I wish I could have come myself for your birthday like I planned, but my pickup broke down again and I'm still waiting for spare transmission parts. Anyway, because you've been so good, I decided to send you the puzzle. Handed down from uncle to niece, or something. (Man, that sounds so melodramatic. I don't need to remind you that this thing must stay a secret, right?)
I hope you still find time to come visit later, like last year. If so, why don't you bring it with you, will ya? It's always a pleasure having you here."

A sound from the laptop interrupted her. A new mail. From Jack! She jumped up and opened it.
Weirdly enough, the mail turned out completely empty except for an attached image. She clicked on it, the laptop worked for a second or two, the mouse pointer disappeared for an instant, then came back. But the image didn't open. "Weird..." Amy mumbled and tried again. It still didn't open. Confused, she started writing a new message for Jack to tell him the news. She was basically inviting him over, considering she now had the place for herself, she really looked forward to that!

There was no immediate answer. Little surprising, Jack would be having training right now anyway. He'd read it later. How he could have sent that broken mail then was a mystery. A fluke. Amy made a mental note to ask him later.

"Amy? Are you ready? We should head out or we risk ending in traffic!"

"Yes mom, I'm coming." She left the computer running and ran downstairs.

On the way to the airport, Amy talked with Celia and listened to the many reminders of what to do while her mother was absent. "Mom, it's only three weeks. I know how to get groceries," she moaned in frustration. She suspected that Celia was fighting her own nervousness. Celia had never liked flying.

Three hours later Amy was back. She parked her mother's car in the garage, then went straight to her room. The entire way back she had thought about nothing but what she'd do with her present, and she really worried her arousal would have soaked her pants through and messed the car seat. It likely would have if the drive had taken any longer.

As soon as the door to her room had fallen shut Amy slipped out of her shirt, pants and panties then threw herself on the bed and started ripping the present paper.

It really was the cube. In the same cardboard game box Joe had kept it, with a pyramid printed on it. The cube itself was made from tin with lead paint symbols on it, like a toy from the nineteenth century or older. But it was not really a toy!

The pictures on the six sides all aligned perfectly on the battered faceted faces. But twisting the halves of the cube would shift them and twist them individually and the pictures would come apart. It was quite hard to get them to re-align, a mind exercise, a puzzle. But that wasn't what made the cube special. What made it so special was that as the pictures came apart as the symbols shifted, so would she!

Last summer she had spontaneously lost her arms, then a breast, then her legs, and then a feral stag had completely thrown her to pieces when he mistook her for male competition. She had spent many memorable hours solving the cube, which could have gone a lot faster if being in pieces had not offered so many pleasant distractions and possibilities. And now it was right in front of her, daunting her to twist it, to make it happen again. Her heart beat fast in anticipation. Prickling excitement tingled up her spine, yet she hesitated. Should she really? What if she couldn't get it back together? But she had solved it before, she knew how to, didn't she?

Biting her lips she took the cube in her hands and arranged her palms. She took a deep breath, and then she twisted it.

The sensation was like a spring set loose. At first there was resistance, then the cube suddenly twisted easily. The symbols on the cube all shifted, got scrambled and realigned completely, even though she had just twisted it a little. Just twisting it back would not get it fixed, it was much more complicated than that. There was no easy way to solve it.

But Amy didn't feel any change to herself yet. Last time it had only happened over night, almost in a dream. She placed the cube down in front of her and looked at it, then took it up and made a few twists to see how to solve it. It couldn't be that hard, could it? She did it before after all.

The cube felt a bit warmer after a while, and Amy felt a weird tingling. If the room had been dark she might have seen it glow, but it was day and she didn't know for sure. Was that it?

There was only one way to find out. Amy placed the cube carefully on the sheets and grabbed her left arm just beneath the shoulder. Then she tugged on her arm and pulled. Nothing happened. She shifted a bit and pulled harder.

"Here goes noth...eeeep!!" It had happened before, and she thought she had been ready for it, but when Amy's arm suddenly popped off and she had it in her hand instead of on her shoulder, it still surprised her so much that she dropped it. Her arm hit the soft bed sheets, flipped, then hit the floor, and she felt both touches hit her. First on her left hand, then on her elbow. Amy gasped excitedly and she suddenly wanted to touch herself desperately. Her right hand went down towards her crotch, her left - had wanted to grasp her left breast. Instead it just flipped on the ground and her wrist hit the wooden bed frame.

Amy giggled, embarrassed, and decided to take things just a bit slower. First she picked up her dropped arm and held it on her shoulder the way it was supposed to attach. It was a weird, tingling, tugging sensation as her flesh mended like putty and incorporated the dislocated arm into her once more, the way it was supposed to attach. With both arms where they belonged she reached back down, cupped her urging moist nethers into her palm, squeezed, and tugged.

Where her vagina had been a second ago now was only an inconspicuous patch of fur. But the sensation had not changed, she still had her labia and clit squeezed between her thumb and her palm. Only that this precious piece of her was now in front of her, so she could examine the backside of this particular curious bit. The summer before a dog had stolen this exact piece when it had fallen off on its own, a memory that still made her blush. It was basically just a ball of fur, except for the pink slit on one side. Shivering in excitement she turned it around and held it by its backside. A weird sensation, she indeed felt her own touch on the backside of her crotch, except that of course her crotch wasn't supposed to have a backside with fur on to begin with.

Amy started licking herself. She had longed for months to re-live that unique sensation, and now she finally could. She felt her tongue as if someone was licking her right between the legs, Moaning she turned around on her belly and started grinding her hips against the bedsheets. That didn't do much to her crotch, but she still felt the touch on the insides of her thighs and her lower belly. And for in-between she had this wonderful piece of her that she held close to her nose and sniffed and licked and kissed it. Finally she took it in her mouth, like the dog had done, like a chew toy.

She didn't mind her own smell and taste, it was wonderful, intoxicating. She knew she couldn't injure herself, the cube made it that when you weren't whole, you couldn't get injured, just taken apart further. When she felt herself getting close, she bit down on her clit, harder than she had planned to. That send her over the edge. Her lower belly tensed and a squirt of her own juices ended up on her tongue. Her legs trembled and cramped as she pressed her hip down as hard as she could, arching. And then all of a sudden her legs felt very loose. Amy knew immediately what must have happened. They had come off again. The knowledge alone sent another shudder of pleasure through her and she idly suckled on her clit, flexing her now legless torso.

When her heartbeat had finally calmed down in pleasant afterglow, she took the little ball of fur out of her mouth and wiped its soaked backside against the sheets. That tickled weirdly, but she didn't want it all slobbery as she reached down to place the fuzzy ball back between her legs where it belonged. Quite a bit of tasty juices had accumulated in her mouth, and she was sloshing them around, about to gulp them down.

Just that moment however, she felt an unexpected jolt of pleasure as if her clit was squeezed softly. The same time she felt a small soft nub on her tongue, pressed against her pharynx. It tasted and felt warm and wonderful, but the shock of realization hit her like a bucket of cold water:

She had just been about to gulp down her own clit!

"Oh crap!" Amy expressed - just after spitting out the tiny but sensitive nub that was supposed to be between her legs.

What would happen if she gulped down a part of herself? She didn't know. She couldn't be harmed so, likely... likely it would just come back out the other side, wouldn't it? Amy blushed at the thought. She examined the tiny bit carefully to see if it was whole and which way around it belonged. All on its own her clit was just a small piece of soft flesh covered in very sensitive pink skin. Amy slowly turned on her back, spread her nether lips with one hand and used the other to carefully place her most sensitive part back where it belonged.

Glancing down on herself like that, Amy couldn't shake the feeling that she looked weird without legs. She still had her butt-cheeks, but not even stumps where her actual legs had been. Those were after all just shifted a bit further down the bed, moving almost on their own. It was almost impossible for her to make any tiny movement without also trying to move the legs subconsciously, even though they weren't there, which of course made them slither all over the place.

Her hips were almost of a triangular shape. Two sides were where her legs should have been, the tip between was her crotch. The shape was oddly reminiscent of the tip of Jack's dick. It, too had a tiny slit at the tip of a head. When she shifted her hips towards the ceiling and grabbed her own waist with both hands that even increased the resemblance. Amy had to giggle at the weird thought.

She wished Jack was here. With him there she could have him take her apart further than she would have ever dared to do on her own, or even Uncle Joe ever did. And then he could help put her back together, bit by bit, until she was whole again. Or maybe, the thought crossed her mind, maybe it would be even better if he reassembled her completely wrong. With heated excitement she took her legs and arranged them next to her hips. The right leg on the left and the left leg on the right, both backwards. It took a bit of squeezing, then her skin shifted like putty once more and made her legs part of herself again.

When she tried to get up from the bed, her knees bent the wrong way around, and she fell back, struggling and laughing with her legs in the air.

"Ok, I think this doesn't really work." she said to herself, smirking giddily. Obviously she'd need to have her hips backwards as well for her upper thighs to bend the right way. She wondered if that was possible, if she could take herself apart in the middle, like the sawn-in-half girls in the magician act. Well, there was only one way to find out...


Chapter 3: Invited to share
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The sun was about to set. Amy sat on the bed, wearing comfortable clothes. A white shirt and a pink skirt that she used to love but now almost exclusively wore indoors.

She concentrated on the cube that she held on her lap, twisting and turning it repeatedly. She could have sworn the pattern in which the cube rearranged itself had changed since last time. Or maybe she just remembered it wrong? Slowly but surely she tried to figure it out.

Amy was questioning herself. Should she really show the magic cube, or rather what it did to her, to Jack? On one side she really wanted to. On the other side, Joe had warned her repeatedly not to let anyone know about it. And how would Jack react? Then again, keeping such exciting things secret from him also felt wrong. What should she do?

She caught herself twisting the cube in ways that messed the symbols up even more. "Stupid girl, don't stall this." she told herself, yawning. She was a bit tired. But sure, if the cube wasn't solved by the time Jack came, there would be no way around showing him, would there?

*Ding Dong*

"Oh crap, already?" Amy jumped up, and checked the clock, blushing. Indeed, it was way past seven in the evening. That must be Jack! Quickly she placed the cube on a shelf where it looked like an old toy, then double checked herself if nothing was missing. The cube had the annoying habit of making her fall apart at random, sometimes without her noticing. She didn't want to shock Jack with missing bits right the moment he came in the door.

A few moments later Amy was at said door, still in her comfy skirt. There had been no time to change into anything more fancy.

"Hi!" she said, beaming, her eyes on Jack's face.

Jack smiled back at her with just the same dreamy expression. She made a step back, which allowed him to take a glance into her mother's house. It was larger than he expected.

"Can I come in?"

"'Course! Mom left this afternoon, I have the place for myself, for ourselves, all month!" she told him happily. He stepped in and she quickly closed the door behind him, just as he placed his shoes neatly next to hers.

"I haven't had time to make dinner yet, are you hungry?" Amy asked.

"A little bit, want me to help you cook?"

"Sure, but its not going to be fancy, I was just gonna make some spaghetti with sauce. You like that?"

"Thats one of my favorites." he answered. "How do you make the sauce?"

Amy led Jack into the kitchen, excited about this evening together. He was obviously not afraid of pots, and few minutes later they were already cooking together. Jack had been setting up a pot with water, while Amy cut some onions to go into the sauce. She was just glancing over her shoulder at Jack's butt, the way he leaned forward over the stove, when she felt a weird pulling sensation on her hand.

"Eeep!"

Jack turned around in an instant. "What happened? Did you cut yourself?" Worried he stepped behind her. She barely had time to cover her left hand with her right. "Let me see!"

Amy had blushed deeply. "Nah, it's OK, I just got scared when I slipped with the knife, I'm fine!" she answered, still covering one hand with the other, hoping he wouldn't notice how she tried to wriggle her finger back into place. Not a second too soon! Jack took her hand into his to have a look.

But there was indeed not a scratch. Amy's fingertip looked perfectly normal. She was quite relieved, a second ago half her third finger had been laying on the cutting board, right next to the freshly cut onion slices. It hadn't even hurt, just tugged a bit.

Luckily Jack hadn't noticed.

Amy finished scraping the ingredients into the sauce as if nothing had happened, then, the moment Jack turned away, triple checked if all her fingers were really there. After that she continued cooking, just a lot more careful than before. Luckily she didn't lose any other bits after that.

The spaghetti turned out lovely, and it got even better when Amy brought out a bottle of red wine Celia had left in the fridge. Of course she showed Jack the letter from Uni, and it was very much a reason to celebrate together. They toasted and ate, then kept talking. Jack told her how the training had been going. Amy told him about the drive to the airport, but of course she kept avoiding what she had done the rest of the afternoon. But she had a feeling she couldn't keep this pretend play up forever, she had to let the cat out of the box somehow.

Eventually Jack stood up and started carrying the dirty dishes to the kitchen for her. He would have started to clean them, too but Amy stopped him with a hug. "There's something else I wanted to show you. Are you coming?"

She led the way up the stairs. Again she felt her heart beat with nervousness. How should she tell him? Should she try to explain how the cube worked? No way, he'd never believe that. What if she just showed him?

Jack followed her to her room eagerly, then looked around. Amy had it nice. A desk with a modern laptop running its screensaver, closets, some shelves with books, a few posters on the wall from various bands Amy had adored during her teenage life. The shelves showed a similar assortment, apparently going back to her childhood, ranging from a dusty plush pony over various trinkets and a weird old puzzle cube to a model airplane.

And then of course there was the bed. It was single size, but there was a beautiful deer girl sitting on it. A deer girl with antlers. He really hoped he'd share it with her tonight.

Amy placed her hand next to her with an inviting smile. Once he sat himself, she crawled all the way on the bed, with her back to the wall and stuck her legs out, one on each side of him.

"So what do you have in store for me tonight?" he asked. He was pretty sure it would be activities somehow involving both of them on this very bed.

Amy blushed a bit and looked at him sheepishly. Jack thought she looked cute when she bit her lips like that. Something seemed to afflict her, or she seemed to be hesitant about something. Was she planning something kinky? Should he be worried? He hadn't seen any ropes or whips around so far. But his eyes still did another quick glance throughout the room for anything suspicious.

"Jack, hold my leg please, with both hands. Here." Amy asked him and lifted her left leg closer. She had made her decision.

"Like this?"

Jack placed one hand on her soft thigh, the other just below her knee. He loved the touch of her soft fur. Almost immediately his hand started moving higher up towards her hip. He felt her tense up a little, which she often did when she got excited. Jack paused and waited for her eyes to beg him to continue to approach her privates. But not this time, instead she shook her head, "Just hold on to it. Yeah, like that."

She took a deep breath, holding his gaze with a smile as she felt him grab her firmer. "And now give it a yank!"

Jack wondered if this had to do with her weird question from the other day. Maybe this was some kinky make believe play? He was willing to play along, could be fun after all.

The only one thing he certainly hadn't expected was for Amy's leg to actually come off!

"Whoa! Oh shit!"

Jack stared at the leg in his hand with a mixture of disbelief and alarm as it slid out from under Amy's skirt completely. He half expected her to cringe in unbearable pain, or a horrible gush of blood to soak her skirt and sheets. But she just - smiled?

"Are you hurt? How the... How?" his mind just couldn't come up with an explanation. He stared flustered at the leg in his hand, still warm and alive. When it suddenly moved, he panicked and held it away from him like an alien tentacle, as if about to throw it away from him.

That was certainly not the expression Amy had been aiming for. 'Oh crap, this is all going so wrong' she thought.

"I'm sorry Jack, I didn't want... I thought you would like this!"

She felt so bad now, seeing his horrified face expression.

Jack stared at her, then at the leg, his mind simply blank. Slowly he realized that she was indeed OK, but his mind still couldn't come to grasp with this. How could this be possible? Was he hallucinating? Was this some kind of trick?

It was when he saw tears swell up in Amy's eyes that he realized what effect his appalled reaction must have had on her. It suddenly dawned to him that this was something special she had somehow made possible, to share it with him. And he acted like she was contagious or something.

"Hey, it's alright, I just... You scared the shit out of me, I thought you were hurt!" he tried to explain. He loosened his grip on her dismembered leg and pulled it closer, gentler. He put his other hand back where it had been and started to brush it through her fur carefully and affectionately, even though it felt weird to do this to a dismembered leg.

"I'm fine Jack." she gulped. Hope returning to her face although her lips were still trembling. "Remember when I asked you the other day about what if you could pull me apart?"

Jack nodded. He looked at her, her skirt with only one leg on it, then at the leg in his hands, then back at her. "I had thought that was just a kinky fantasy. I didn't think this was possible. How did you do that? Do you still feel this?"

His hand moved higher up along her thigh, towards where her hip would have been. There, instead of joining with the rest of Amy, it just ended seamlessly with fur covering it all around. As if it had never been part of her.

Amy blushed and even let out a slight moan as his hand crept higher up on what would have been the inside of her thigh. "Yes, I do! I feel everything!" A small motion of her knee proved that she also could still control it. He wondered how that was possible.

"So both your legs could come off? Just like that?" he asked.

"Everything comes off. You could take me all apart like a mannequin," Amy answered, glad that he wasn't angry at her. Slowly the hopelessness disappeared and her excitement came back. She'd make up for it, she'd let him do anything he wanted. She wished nothing more than that he'd embrace this fully and that he'd enjoy it, with her!

"But how? How is this possible?"

"Wait a second! I show you," Amy answered eagerly and turned around to get up.

"Ooof!"

As she slid of the bed, she again had forgotten that her leg wasn't attached. Instead of turning with her it had of course remained firmly in Jack's grasp. This time however she kept her balance and just jumped a bit clumsily on one leg until she had made it to the shelf. Amy was blushing deeply at her mishap.

Somehow Jack thought that she looked incredibly sexy like this. She, hopping on one leg, while he held her other in his hands. It even twitched a bit with each of her movements.

"What is that, a puzzle?" he asked curiously as Amy turned, holding the cube in her hands.

"Yes! It's magical." she answered beaming. "If all the pictures align, it does nothing, but if you scramble it, like it's now, you become like me, and everything comes off. Well, until you solve it again, then everything's back to normal. I wanted to fix it before you came here, but I sort of lost track of time, and now I'm still all loose."

Jack was speechless and intrigued at the same time. Magic? If he hadn't been holding her leg as proof right now, he might have thought she was crazy. He watched her as she placed the cube back where it had been. She had to hold on to the shelf to keep her balance..

This turned him on almost more than he was willing to admit. Especially with that skirt, it looked so normal, but then only one leg came out from under it, and she looked so helpless hopping around on one only.

"Would you, ... like me to take you further apart?" He was definitely willing to give this a go. Knowing that she'd be alright, this all suddenly seemed like an awesome kinky idea. Weird, but definitely kinky.

She blushed, and made just a tiny nod, but her eyes were beaming with joy!

And he had just the idea what to do to her!


Chapter 4: Divide and conquer
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Amy opened an eye to a glaring ray of morning sun, which cast through the window directly on her face. She blinked, then blinked again, but it was no use - the sun did not consider moving back under the horizon. Still in that half asleep half dreaming state, she didn't want to wake up yet either and instead just turned her face away, to bury her nose in the pillow.

Well, at least that was what she had wanted to do. In practice that turned out a bit difficult, considering her head wasn't on her shoulders. The realization hit her together with lots of pleasant memories of the previous night. "Oh, right!" she mumbled smirking. But her voice sounded muffled from far away.

Or not so far away. It just took her a while to get her bearings. Her torso was snuggled comfortably within Jack's arms. He had buried his face between her breasts and, judging by his calm breathing, was still asleep. Her head, or most of it, was resting gently on her pillow. Her hips were somewhere down there under the sheets. Most likely they were still under Jack's - if she interpreted the pointy sensation against her lower belly correctly. That must be his morning wood. And judging by the musky smell she inhaled with every breath, her muzzle was also still somewhere down there, too. Either between his legs or where her legs should have been. She had licked both him and herself down there as he had been making love to her. But then again things likely got shifted a bit after they had finally fallen asleep.

Which left her arms and legs. After she had shown him how easily her leg could be reattached, Jack had taken great delight to take her apart more thoroughly. First he had plucked her hooves from her ankles, then he had plucked her legs at her knees and watched her try to walk on nothing but her thighs. For a while she had kept them, while he took her hands away one finger at a time. Later he had taken it all away.

Yes, there they were, arranged neatly in a stack in front of her closet. Like it had just come out of an Ikea box - the only thing missing was once more a sheet with assembly instructions. She could barely do as much as cause some of the parts to twitch, with not a single joint connected, there was no way she could move. Her antlers were also part of the stack, leaned against the closet.

"Jack?" - her voice was too muffled to wake him up. She flexed her chest, heaving, until she felt her nipples brush over his face. He responded by snuggling deeper between her breasts, squeezed her with his embrace - but still asleep.

Amy wasn't that quick to give up. Maybe she could reach with her tongue? She stuck it out as far as she could, tasted dried juices that had stained the sheets, and then felt the inside of a thigh. Well, it wasn't hers.

Jack shifted a bit and his cock, hard as it was in the morning, came to rest right on her slit.

Amy groaned and tried to grind her hips against his, but with no legs and no belly attached, there was no leverage whatsoever. This was almost torture.

The scent of arousal increased significantly during her next few breaths. Wherever her muzzle was down there, it couldn't be far from the source. She tried to push her tongue against the sheets in the hope she could move her entire detached muzzle closer towards it. Bit by bit she shifted herself that way until finally her nose touched something soft and furry. Jack stirred again, and Amy felt the soft touch of something against her lips. It was his ball sack! Carefully she started licking and suckling, until she had her lips firmly around one of Jacks orbs.

Finally! A weak moan escaped Jack, and he grinded his hips down unto Amy's. She moaned, her lips still closed around his testicle. His mouth opened in turn and his tongue started lolling out, wetly, right against her nipple. His breath brushed over her moistened flesh and made her fur stand up with pleasant goosebumps.

A few suckles later he started humping her detached hip in earnest - much to Amy's delight. The orb slipped from her lips as she moaned in sync with his squeezes - each of which rubbed his stag cock over her urging nether lips while his tip squeezed against her hip bone.

Amy's muzzle got rearranged slightly. When she started licking again, her tongue slipped up between his legs and under his tail. The smell was musky and pungent, but Amy refused to be stopped by that. After a few licks it got much more bearable. He moaned and groaned loud now, there was no way Jack could still be asleep through this, she thought. He was obviously faking it! And indeed, he soon buried his fingers in her back and rearranged her torso, his pillow, so he could lick and suckle on her tits - which in turn made Amy whimper in delight.

It all ended almost too soon, when he came with a suppressed bellow and his loins pumped his seed all over her lower belly fur. Amy shivered, she was so close, almost there, just a little bit more...

Still shivering from pleasure himself, Jack delivered. He bit down on her nipple and squeezed his hip down as forceful as he could. That was finally enough to send her over the edge. Her torso tensed in his arms, trembling and gasping for air, and the sunlight through her half closed eyes painted her climax in warm colourful patterns.

"Ooops. Amy, I... I think I bit your nipple off."

"What?" Amy felt her nipple getting squeezed between his tongue and gums, it sent another shiver through her.

Jack was blushing deeply as he fished the tiny nub from his mouth and tried to put it back on her chest where it belonged. Yet another shiver went through Amy's dispersed body.

Folding the sheets aside, Jack fished between his legs until he found what he sought. He took her muzzle in his hand and placed it on his lips to share a deep and passionate french kiss with her that way. "Thank you Amy, that was the most awesome morning ever!"

Amy's muzzle giggled. "Would you mind putting me back together now?"

Jack looked at the muzzle he had been talking to, then turned to look at Amy's head. She looked definitely weird with just a patch of brown fur where her muzzle was supposed to be.

"Hmmmm... nah! I'd like to try out some things first." He said with a grin.

Amy had told him that her crotch could be separated, she had also told him about her backwards leg-experiment. But in his head, Jack already took that idea one step further. The idea alone was almost enough to bring his recently spent cock back to life.

Amy however had no clue what he was planning, not that she really had a choice in her current state, but she was to find out soon enough.

The doe whimpered helplessly when he picked up her hip, only to clench his fingers around her vagina in order to pull it loose. A few exciting seconds later he had a little furry ball in his hand with a pink slit on its side.

Amy blushed, wondering what he was going to do with her, surprised to have him pick up her head.

"There. That should be interesting."

Amy gazed at her nose crosseyed. Or rather at the place where her muzzle should have been, since her nose was still very much detached in Jack's hands. Instead he had stuck her vagina right in the empty spot on her face. Oddly enough it had stuck there. It felt weird. She could move her tongue and jaws normally and breathe and sniff through her nose. But at the same time she felt every twitch and shift of her cheeks also pull at her crotch. She really urged to touch herself there, but without arms or hands there was no way she could.

Jack grinned mischievously, then pulled her head closer for an intimate kiss. She felt his lips meet hers. It was so weird, the touch was on her face, but when she closed her eyes she felt him lick her down between her legs. Or in both places at once? Her brain had difficulties trying to locate that weird sensation. She moaned, but the sound escaped her muzzle, now cast aside on the sheets.

His tongue parted her lips and slipped between her labia, then into her love tunnel. She half expected to taste her own juices any moment, or feel his tongue against the back of her throat as he stuck it deeper, but there was no such sensation. Instead her vagina still seemed to be directly linked with her womb, the same way she could still eat through her detached muzzle. A warped reality that didn't make sense to her brain still used to an euclidian world.

"Oh Jack, this feels weird...." she moaned, as he parted his kiss, just to stick two of his fingers into her vagina mouth. No matter how deep he stuck them in, she didn't feel them in her head, instead her warped physiology made her altered face a portal into her lower belly. "Don't squeeze there, I... I need to pee." her muzzle complained.

He just laughed. "Don't worry, I got you covered." he said and swung his legs out of the bed. Her muzzle, torso and hips stayed behind as he carried just her head over with him to the bathroom.

What was he doing? Her eyes glanced at him slightly worried. She was now only a head with a pussy, she couldn't even talk. Well she could, but he didn't hear what her muzzle spoke into the sheets in the other room.

"There we go." he said and opened the lid of the toilet all the way, then held her head right above, aiming her downwards into the bowl.

Amy blushed deeply. She couldn't pee out of her head, what was he thinking? Or could she? This was embarrassing!

But she really had to pee.

Once she started it wasn't all that horrible, just weird. The sensation was not much different than when she was sitting on the toilet for this. Jack held her high enough up to be out of reach from the spray. It just took some effort to overcome the hesitation of peeing when she could still feel her belly rest comfortably on the bedsheets. And of course seeing her pee come from where her nose should have been was amongst the weirdest things she had ever seen or even thought of.

"There, isn't that better? My turn now."

Much to her embarrassment he shook her head dry, until the last drops had fallen, then placed her aside in the sink while he went on to empty his own bladder. The sink was deeper than her head, and she couldn't see over the rim until he finally flushed the toilet and stepped up to the sink again, his cock now right in her view.

"Let's wash you a bit, shall we?" He turned the water on warm and then rinsed his dick. Then he took her head and held her, pussy first, under the water stream so the water rinsed over her clit and between her labia. His fingers slid in between, back and forth as he cleaned her.

If her mouth had been any closer, Jack might have heard her moan.

Amy had to give him credit; at least he had the decency to seek eye contact when he was done cleaning her, to see if she was still in good spirits and enjoying this. She was flushed deeply, but didn't look too horrified. He gave her another kiss, and then...

Then he took her head down in front of his hips and aligned her pussy with his again rock hard stag penis. Amy gulped, she never had given anyone a blow job yet, much less this...

He hilted her against his crotch. Her lips smacked against his hips and it sent a jolt of ecstatic pleasure through her lower belly, even though that was over in the other room. He didn't hear her moaned cry, only his own grunts as he pulled her away just to thrust her back down again.

It was unreal. She was nothing than a head with a pussy now, and he fucked her mercilessly in her own bathroom. Repeatedly she saw his hips approach rapidly, followed by a sharp spike of pleasure with a grain of pain, then she was pulled back again with force. It was rough, it made her dizzy, and it was deeply humiliating. But it was also the hottest thing she had ever imagined. She wanted to grasp herself, to squeeze her breasts, to moan in pleasure, but she could do none of that. Her chest heaved, trembling but undisturbed on the comfortable sheets. Her mouth moaned and cried but she couldn't even hear her own voice from over in the other room, and her arms and legs were disassembled so thoroughly, she might not have had them at all.

When she came, she clenched her eyes shut, and a tiny squirt of cum spit out of her pussy-mouth. But he was himself so close he didn't even notice. Not until he came himself, a few moments later, ramming her unto his hip one last time and releasing his seed deep inside her.

Her detached torso and hip trembled and flexed in the bedroom as she felt him come inside of her, but nobody was there to watch. Only half a minute later the door opened, and Jack came back with Amy's head. Her muzzle was still on the bed, still panting heavily.

"Aaah, that was fun!" Jack was grinning mischievously as he sat on the bed next to her, placed her head back on the pillow and his hand on her butt-cheek.

"That was mean, Jack. I couldn't even talk to you." Amy's muzzle answered, pouting a bit.

He looked at her, a hint of worry in his face, but much to his relief she didn't look genuinely angry. "I guess. But that was a big part of the fun. Imagining how it must be for you. You did like it, didn't you?"

"That's not the point."

He was right, she had liked it. But what if she hadn't? Would he have stopped? Would he even have noticed?

He just laughed. "Ok, ok, fine, I'll put you back together. Here!"

With those words he placed her head back on her torso, then stood up and walked over to her pile of limbs. She could feel him pick up her right arm and put it back together, even her thumb and her index and third finger. The latter incorrectly ended up in place of her middle finger, but it was enough to be useable. Close enough at least.

Amy flexed her hand while he stuck her arm back unto her shoulder. Her first motion was to touch her face and feel the seamless transition from her cheek to her pussy. As much as she wanted her muzzle back in her face where it belonged, she still wanted to take a closer look at this.

"Can you give me my little mirror please?" she asked, pointing at her shelf where it had been placed. She had to see this for herself!

...

Not too much later, pleasant smells wafted from the kitchen through the entire house.

Amy had made some toasts with jam, and some very strong coffee. A habit that she had taken up from Uncle Joe, she drank it pitch black. If needed, it woke you up on a tired morning like a fist in the face.

Jack sipped from it and cringed. "Do you have some milk for that?"

She giggled and took the milk out of the fridge for him. Jack had helped her reassemble herself so they could have breakfast together. Now she was mostly complete - except for a few fingers and her antlers that she still hadn't bothered to put back. He was a bit in a hurry after all.

Of course she still had to show him the trick about drinking coffee through her detached muzzle.

"That does look weird." he admitted. "And it really ends up in your stomach?"

Amy giggled and fed a piece of toast to her detached muzzle, too. She licked her lips, then gave her muzzle to Jack who couldn't resist and held it in front of his eyes to look inside.

"Incredible. It's longer on the inside than on the outside. I can see all the way down your throat."

Amy giggled.

On the outside the back of her muzzle was closed with brown fur, just like the front of her face was right now. Jack turned her muzzle with her open mouth pointing upwards, then suddenly started pouring some milk inside before Amy could stop him. "No don't...." her attempts to speak made a mess on the kitchen table as she sputtered. But some of the spill still ended up down in her throat and made her cough.

"Sorry, I didn't want that. Its just so weird. My granddad would have loved that, he was a physics teacher."

"Give me that!" the muzzle said to him, then Amy swiped it from his hands and placed it back in her face where it belonged. She looked insulted and had milk in her fur.

Jack felt sorry but watching her, he couldn't help it. He had to snicker. And weirdly enough that somehow managed to dissolve the anger from her face, too . She couldn't help but join in his laughter.

She really wished they could have gone back upstairs for some more fun, but Jack had to go. He had training in the afternoon.

"Can I take one of your ears?" Jack suddenly asked with a mischievous grin. "Then I can talk to you when I'm bored and don't have to call."

Amy hesitated a bit, but when he gave her the puppy-eyes she couldn't say no. "OK, but don't you dare lose it!" she said and plucked her left ear from her head and threw it at him, giggling as if throwing a bone at a begging dog.

"Don't worry, I'll watch it like my own balls!" he answered as he caught it gently, then wrapped it in a towel that he placed in his sports bag. She had to giggle, then she gave him a kiss and a hug. "See you in the evening!"

At least she didn't have to leave home, but just in case she could wear a hat. No one would notice a missing ear after all.

Jack left. Muffled through towel and sports bag she could hear his car door slam shut, then the engine started and he started driving to the college sports ground.

Amy had a few hours to herself, which she wanted to spend experimenting. She placed the dirty dishes in the sink. Something tickled in her crotch and after a bit of hesitation she figured, as she wanted to play with herself anyway she could as well start right there. Her hand went between her legs...

But her crotch wasn't there!

"The hell?"

Amy raced up into her room and checked under the sheets. Then she went through the pile of remaining bits and put them all back. There were the missing fingers, her antlers and her tail. But no vagina.

Had Jack...? A sudden suspicion crept in her thoughts. "You wouldn't dare, would you?"

Although she could hear him stop the car just that moment, there was no way he could hear her. Something rummaged near her ear in the sports bag, when she suddenly felt a tugging sensation between her legs,

"No way, Jack, you... No!!!! Aaaaah, not again!" she shouted angry and threw herself on the bed, her fingers clenched into the empty patch of fur between her legs in horny frustration.

Then she heard his voice, clear and loud as if he was right next to her ear.

"Whoops, what have we here? Hey Amy, I hope you aren't mad, it looks like I accidently took a bit more of you with me. But don't worry I'll take good care of it. See you after training at my place?"

"JACK!!!!" she shouted - it was no use, he couldn't hear her. Tears of frustration formed in her face as she ground her hips against the bed sheets.

"Jack, please, at least, DO something with it..."


Chapter 5: Sweet revenge
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Jack had placed Amy's bits safely back into his sports bag, locked his car, and walked into the sports hall. He was late, almost everyone else from the team was already there. He really wasn't in the mood for training today. Of course he liked playing, but the terms of his scholarship made attendance to all trainings mandatory, even on a day like this where he really had other things on his mind.

He said his "hello"s to some members of the college team, who were all in various stages of getting dressed for training. Some were taking showers, which he didn't have to. He had showered with Amy. Well, parts of her.

Slipping into his training shorts he recognized a problem that he thought might prove to be slightly embarrassing through the rest of the training session if he didn't take care of it now. There was no way the other team members, or even the trainer wasn't going to comment or make faces at the bulge in his shorts if he went on the field just like that. So after putting his shirt on, instead or heading out with the others, he went to the loo and locked the cabin. His rolled up towel he carried in his hand.

Wrapped in his towel were of course the two parts of Amy he had taken with him. Her ear was twitching, and her vulva was much more glistening and moist than it had been a minute ago in the car.

His stag cock was long and thin as common for his species, and rock hard! He had just the idea how to make this bulge disappear from his pants. But he needed to do something about Amy's ear. Stick it somewhere where it wouldn't get lost, yet where she still could hear everything.

Smiling, he pressed it against the backside of Amy's detached vagina, unto the patch of brown fur which he knew exactly matched an equally sized empty spot between her legs. If her vagina fit her face, and her ear fit her head, maybe her ear would also...

It worked. Amy's ear twitched in his hand, as her flesh and fur warped in the weirdest way to form something new. A vagina with an ear. Or an ear with a vagina. Or a small little ball of fur with a vulva on one side and an ear on the other.

If he hadn't had been rock hard already... his brain tried to imagine how this must be feeling for Amy, but his imagination failed him.

"Jack, are you still in there? Steven's asking for you!" a voice shouted into the now empty change room.

"Coming in a sec, I'm on the looo!" Jack yelled back. He covered Amy's ear against the noise. Well, so much for taking care of his little 'problem', but if his theory was right...

He slipped Amy's vagina over his cock like a sleeve. Then he slid it downwards. Her soft and hot flesh engulfed his shaft tightly, he had to fight himself not to moan loudly. But the magic happened. His long shaft went into the little furball and didn't come out the other. It disappeared, to magically reappear over a mile away in Amy's belly. Where it hopefully pleased her, and more importantly, didn't leave a very visible tent on his pants!

Jack breathed hard with a painfully excited expression as he squeezed Amy's privates all the way down until they touched tenderly against his groin. His pants he slipped back up which secured that package tight and neatly. Now he only had to keep a straight face as he walked out on the playing field!

...

"What's wrong with you Jack. You couldn't keep a single ball today!" Malcolm, one of Jack's team members asked him on the way back to the showers. Indeed, the practice game had ended up rather embarrassing for him, although luckily none had a clue as to what the real reason was.

Jack made a forced grin. He decided to simply tell the truth to defuse the situation. "Sorry, I guess I my girlfriend kept me all distracted today."

Malcolm laughed. "She's THAT good? Not that I'm not jealous, but better get a grip, if you keep losing your balls like that, we might end up facing relegation at the end of the season. Cold shower might help." he teased giggling.

Everyone laughed, Jack, too. "Don't worry, I'll be good, just looking forward to a date tonight."

Whistling sounds from some team members, but they left it at that. To be fair, it hadn't been that bad. Yes he had lost a few balls in an embarrassing way, but the trainer hadn't even said a word. The training's focus had been on fast passes, and there were some that needed training those much more than him.

From what he could tell, Amy must have enjoyed the game a lot. His undies were soaked with her juices, and to spare himself and the others any embarrassing scents, he went to his car in his sports shorts without changing. With the doors closed and preying eyes locked out, he finally pressed his hand into his needy crotch and squeezed the bit of Amy into his hips in urgent, short movements. It only took seconds until he, too came. He arched back in his car seat and squeezed his eyes shut as he suppressed a bellow and felt himself shuddering.

"That was fun!" he commented to his crotch, still out of breath. Amy's vagina squeezed on his now limp cock in return. In what he hoped was agreement. Now that that was out of the way, he could finally drive home.

A few minutes later he parked his car in front of the apartment block where he had his student flat in. He went straight up the stairs and opened his door.

"Strange, I could have sworn I locked it yesterday." he mumbled to himself, as the door opened after only one turn of the key. But everything in his little apartment looked as always. Dirty laundry was scattered around the floor, which he stuffed into the laundry bag, together with his shorts and undies. Then he went to the bathroom, where he took Amy's detached vagina from his cock and placed it in the sink. It twitched as it touched the cold stone. "Oops, sorry. Here, have some warm water." he said, and cleaned first her privates, then himself with the warm pleasant stream.

He was just about to check for any messages from Amy on his phone, when the door rang.

"Amy, is that you?" he asked. Her ear twitched visibly in response. That must be a yes.

Still naked he glanced through the door viewer. It was indeed Amy, although she looked a bit weird with that hat, and without her antlers. She must have plucked them off in order to wear something over her missing ear.

"Come in." he said and opened the door for her, then closed it behind them. She looked flushed, but also worried.

"That wasn't nice." she said in a stern, almost sad voice.

"Yeah, look I'm sorry...."

"No you aren't!" she answered, real anger in her voice now. "You took my vag'! On purpose! And you made me walk two blocks like this! What if anyone had seen me? Or if my arms had fallen off?"

"Sorry, Amy, I hadn't thought of that. But you could have called me, I could have come with the car."

"Your mobile was off." she snapped back. "And you told me to meet you here. Now I want my stuff back!"

"But it was still fun, wasn't it?" He asked hopefully. He didn't like to see her angry like that. Had he really gone too far?

"Now!" she demanded without responding to his question "Where is it?"

Amy stormed past him. Her ear must have picked up her own voice, as she made her way straight to the bathroom, where she promptly found her missing vagina in the sink.

Jack stepped in after her, but stayed silent. He felt stupid all of a sudden. He watched her pluck the ear from the back of her crotch, then quickly shoved her vagina into her pants and between her legs. How she stood there, broad legged with a concentrated, then relieve face expression was a sight that gave him an instant hardon right again. But he didn't dare to say anything. Next she placed her ear back on her head, flicked it back and forth, and finally took her antlers out of her backpack. He blushed. They were so big. Bigger than his.

A second later Amy was complete again. She wasted no time and fetched another item from her bag.

It was the cube. And she had apparently had time to almost solve it already. She only turned it two more times, and the pictures suddenly aligned with a click. No glowing, no ominous thunder. The solving was almost anticlimactic.

"I'm sorry, Amy." he said again. "I should have asked."

Suddenly Amy grinned at him. "That you should have. And now you come with me, it's payback time!"

...

Jack didn't complain as Amy tied him to the bed. It brought memories, of his former girlfriend. Before things had become sour, he had enjoyed this. He would at least try to enjoy it again, if only to make up with Amy.

But instead of getting him or her undressed, Amy brought forth the cube again. With an almost vicious smile she twisted it, causing an audible *clang* sound as if a spring was sprung, and the patterns on it scrambled into weird shapes and an incohesive mess.

"You are making me fall apart?" Jack asked. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked that, or if he was afraid of that. Or both.

"Maybe? How about you try to solve it? I'm watching. It's what I did all this afternoon, while you were playing ball with your dick inside my pussy. It's only fair!"

"Can I stick my dick into your pussy while I do that, too?" he asked freshly, then winced away as she mock-swiped at his face. "No, but if you insist, I can get undressed here in front of you, while you're tied to the bed!" she answered with a grin.

The thought of having him squirm in front of him was a thrilling one. Amy was unsure if she could strip in front of someone in any erotic way. Feeling eyes on her was quite embarrassing, and ordinarily she would have rather wanted to either hide herself, or, in Jack's specific case, embrace him. But in this special occasion, she was willing to try it, just to see him squirm and suffer.

Jack tried his best to pretend that he was ignoring her and started twisting the cube instead. Of course all that did was mess the pattern up even more.

Amy slowly slipped out of her shirt. Suddenly she wished there was some music to give this action a bit rhythm. Just silently wriggling her breasts in front of him felt stupid. But she couldn't deny that it had some effect on him. At least his eyes glanced up from the cube at her chest, just to be cast down again as he caught himself and promptly returned to his attempts of solving the puzzle.

Amy then cupped her own breast. 'Slowly!', she had to tell herself. 'Slow down, this needs to be tantalizing. Like in a movie.' She flexed her hips and stretched them out, pushed her chest out and gently squeezed her breast upward. Then she extended her tongue as far down as she could, and until it just barely touched her nipple.

Suddenly she had to think about how he had bitten it off and put it back. What if it was the wrong way around? It didn't look the wrong way around, but then she didn't look at her nipples so often that she could say for certain that it wasn't actually upside down. Or off by a few degrees? Would she even be able to tell the difference?

Somehow the thought of having assembled herself slightly wrong was a turn on. Nothing obvious, it could be her little secret that her nipple was upside down and no one would ever know. Or what if she switched her right and her left one?

A slight moan from Jack got her thoughts back on the issue at hand. She had kept licking her nipples, her boyfriend almost forgotten, and somehow she must have done a very sexy job at it. Well, if that was all she had to do, get herself turned on and have him watch to have him squirm, she could do that easily.

Jack tried really hard to keep pretending to watch the cube. He still found it hard to believe it would work on him, after all it looked so much like an old little toy. A trinket, no more. After all it could be one of those magical focus thingies, those which work only for those who believe in them - or something. Maybe all the magic that made Amy fall apart was in her head?

Meanwhile Amy had started playing with her crotch. She hadn't slipped out of her undies though, all he could see of her nether lips were the finely outlined matching bulges on her panties, which she now emphasized and played with, bent forward and broad legged with her right hand between her thighs.

Needless to say Jack's cock was rock hard and throbbing already - much to Amy's delight. But he couldn't move. Well he could have if he were to unfasten the rope around his elbows instead of solving the cube, after all he had his hands free. But Amy wouldn't have approved of cheating like that.

And then suddenly the cube started to glow. Brighter than last time, almost as bright as Amy remembered it from her first night with it. Jack stared at it, then, as it increased in brightness even more and hurt his eyes, he threw it away as if it was a piece of radioactive Uranium. It smashed against his desk and made a blue spark, then fell to the ground.

That spark had been weird. It reminded Jack a little bit of the science fiction series he had watched when he was smaller, the effect it made when the space ships shields were absorbing phaser fire. Was the cube somehow protecting itself?

Only then did he realize that the arm he had been throwing the cube with wasn't attached anymore. His right arm had come off right at the elbow, just where Amy's rope had held him, and his forearm was laying loose on the bed sheets.

"What the?" Amy asked. But her eyes weren't on Jack's arm. They were on her own, which had separated just in the same spot. Playing with her crotch a second ago, her forearm was now on the floor, twitching helplessly until she bent down and picked it up with her left. She brought it to where it belonged and It reattached itself as usual.

"It didn't work." The cube had made her modular, not Jack. That hadn't been the plan. Had she been too close?

"It did work!" Jack corrected her and brought her attention to his right forearm - which he held up waving with his left. There was one nice side effect of having it separate, he had been able to easily slip out of the ropes like this, which were now only very loose around his other arm. He only had to twist a bit and pull that arm out of the loops too and he was free of Amy's little bondage attempt.

Amy stared at Jack's, then back at her own arm stump. "But the cube isn't supposed to work on two people!"

Jack giggled. "Maybe it glitched. Let's see." he put his arm back where it belonged. It reattached just the same way as he had seen Amy do it, but the sensation was still unlike he had imagined. It was - tingling, and pulling at the same time, as if it was magnetically attracted to its stump, while for a split second his own flesh seemed to ooze back into place like putty.

Amy went and picked up the cube. It was laying on the floor but looked undamaged. She made a few twists and it moved as it always did, its patterns rearranging in the usual mind boggling way. Amy was convinced by now that the patterns moved different than when she solved it the previous times. They'd have to find out how to solve it anew each time they used it.

*plonk* The cube fell down, together with Amy's right hand which had been holding it.

"Hey!"

"That's weird." Jack commented with a surprised grin. He held his right hand in his left as well, he had just removed it, to try how it felt. "Your hand came off when mine did!"

Amy stuck her hand back where it belonged, then placed the cube on the desk. Curiously she grabbed her own nose and plucked it off with a little twist.

Jack's nose stayed where it was, but he did reach for his face with his left.

"Your nose didn't come off."

"No, but it itched a bit. I think it wanted to, and almost did. How about this?" he grabbed one of his ears and almost ripped it off his head.

Amy flexed her ears, still both attached. "Maybe. You could be right. How about this one!"

This time she took her left arm off her shoulder.

Jack's left arm dropped straight down onto the bed sheets. "Hey! Unfair."

Amy giggled as she put her arm back on.

Then their eyes met, as an idea formed in both of their heads.

"Are you thinking what I am thinking?" Jack asked rhetorically. But he already knew the answer...


Chapter 6: Coming apart
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Curiously Amy took Jack's cock in her hands, then gently stuck it in between her own legs where her crotch should have been. There was this familiar oozing sensation as her flesh shifted to accommodate the new piece, but somehow it also felt weirdly off.

Not just because his cock had a life on its own; it throbbed and twitched, and swung back and forth with every movement. In a way it was worse than her boobs. (Although Jack claimed otherwise as soon as he had them stuck to his chest and they bounced with his movement).

But whatever they did, Jack's dick still remained Jack's dick, no matter if it was on him, or detached in her hand hand, or stuck between her legs. And she still felt her pussy, even though it was now on him, the same way she felt her boobs bounce and jiggle as Jack played with them.

Of course they had to try and have sex, but it felt - almost normal - just the angle was weird.

Nevertheless it was fully worth it! The sensation to touch and caress her own boobs on her boyfriend alone, or to fuck her own vagina, although with a penis that wasn't hers and could have as well been just a well made strap-on, was worth every second of it. Forgotten was the humiliation of being grounded at home while Jack had his fun with her pussy. Being both modular like this was awesome! It was like one of those kinky dreams but you didn't wake up after you came.

Eventually though, they fell asleep. Amy's arms around her boyfriend, his now spent cock still stuck in her pussy (although each part was on the other's body), both were again happy and at peace with each other.

The next morning however, was different! A weird throbbing sensation woke her up. At first she thought it was his morning wood still in her, but it felt - off. Only when she noticed that she wasn't even inside him anymore, she realized what had really happened.

"Jack?" no response, he was still asleep.

"Jack, wake up, I think I can feel your dick!"

"Mmmmfwhat?"

Jack sat up and glanced at Amy. Amy with no boobs and a dick, and her antlers which were bigger than his. He suddenly felt so very very unmanly. His hands went to his chest, and he promptly felt the soft, but oh so sensitive sensation of Amy's sizeable breasts. He gasped, as he felt his fingers on his now much bigger nipples, her nipples, but his sensations. And he felt a warm, moist, tingling sensation between his legs that he knew could only be her vagina.

"How is that possible?" Jack asked. His voice, to his relief, still a normal male baritone.

Amy could tell that he was a bit scared. "I don't know. It feels weird!"

Jack's cock twitched and throbbed. And the more she thought about it or looked at it, the more it throbbed. It had become fully erect and stiff.

"Do you think we should...?" Jack asked.

Amy stared at her own crotch between his legs, that she now could no longer feel. She knew exactly how it must have felt that moment, as Jack's hand went between his legs and he brushed his fingers over her nether lips. It was almost as if there was a faint echo of the sensation in her mind that very second. But for Jack the sensation was as new as the touch of her own furred fingers were for her, as she touched his tense, throbbing shaft.

Jack once more grabbed his breasts and felt the soft pliable sensation of Amy's boobs with his own sensations. It was unreal!

Then Amy was over him, grinning, and with his cock between her legs throbbing wildly. She heard his gasp as now her fingers touched her breasts, much like they had done the previous evening, but now it was his turn to feel the sensations. Her cock brushed over the sheets and then the fur of his thighs, and she had to gasp for air, so intense was the sensation. Amy gently brushed over Jack's thighs with her hand, biting her lips in anticipation of what she was about to do. But first she brushed her fingers ever so gently over Jack's new nether lips and grasped his clit, her clit, between her fingers.

Jack tensed and whimpered in her grasp. She smiled. She knew exactly how he felt now, and couldn't wait to do more. Her fingers brushed in between his folds and she searched for that delicate opening. Her other arm went between her own legs and she felt her hand's fur against her new cock that she was about to align with his, her sex. 

But then suddenly her arm popped off!

"Hey!" Jack complained.

His arm was also no longer where it was supposed to. Confused, Amy picked up hers with her other hand and placed it back where it had been. "That wasn't me! It felt like yesterday when you threw the cube!"

Their eyes went to the cube on the desk.

Or rather to the empty space in front of Jack's laptop, where the cube had been. It wasn't there. The laptop's screen seemed to be off, only the small green light next to the webcam indicated that it was still powered. But the space in front of it where the cube had been was empty.

"Where is it?" Jack asked.

"That's not funny Jack, where did you put the cube!" Amy said sternly and stood up. She looked around, when suddenly she felt another jolt. Her left leg came off at the hip and fell down, which sent her struggling.

"Damnit, stop that! I mean it!" Amy glared at her boyfriend.

"It's not me. I swear!" Jack answered, and collected his own legs from the bed sheets. They both had come off. Then he got up as well.

"I placed it there on the table and I didn't touch it since!"

A cold shiver went down Amy's spine at the thought of the implications.

"Does anyone else have a key to your apartment?" she asked.

"No, only the landlord but he's on holiday. Unless..."

He couldn't continue.

A sudden jolt hit both of them. Jack saw the world tumble, then his head hit the ground with a thud. Amy didn't fare much better, she separated at the hip and sprawled on the floor next to her legs.

"Someone must have taken the cube and is messing with it!" Amy whined fearfully.

Jack stared at the laptop. The green light, that wasn't right. That only lit if his webcam was on, but he didn't have anything running that would need it. Someone must be spying on them!

Jack felt his head taken and placed back on his neck as Amy helped him up. With a grunt he managed to stand and walk to the desk. He hit a key but nothing happened. The green light stayed on. He closed the lid, but there was still a green shine. Next he took the power out and slid the battery out of its slot.

Finally the laptop turned off.

"What's going on?" Amy asked, tears in her eyes. She had reattached her hips, but her legs had separated on the knees again. Her, or rather Jack's cock was on the ground, still throbbing. So were her boobs, where Jack had lost them.

Before Jack could answer, another jolt again sent him to the floor in pieces. He landed on Amy and felt himself scatter and mix with her separated parts. He blinked, but one of his eyelids only covered an empty eye sockets as his eye kept rolling on the ground. His ears picked up a whimper from Amy.

Another jolt hit them and pulled them apart into even smaller bits. Amy saw one of her eyes run under the closet. Or rather she suddenly saw the closets dusty underside as well as cobwebs and dust bunnies from up very close.

She tried to move something, but so little was still attached to each other, she could only feel herself twitch. Jack didn't fare any better. From his viewpoint, one eye still in his head, he stared at the door. A key could be heard, inserted from the outside. It clicked... And then it opened!

A beige-furred terrier girl stepped in. He recognized her instantly. Jack bared his teeth, but she didn't even seem to notice. She just looked at the mess of dispersed bits on the floor and laughed.

"Are you searching for this?" she asked at no one in particular, and flipped the cube in her hand. In her other she held her smartphone, with which she had apparently been watching them the entire time. 'Connection interrupted' the screen read now. She put her phone away, then she smashed the cube to the ground where it bounced off, again with a weird light effect. It promptly sent another jolt through each of the fur's disintegrated bodies. There was hardly anything left to come apart.

"That's such a fun toy, I could do this all day."


Chapter 7: Cruel games
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Amy felt like in one of those dreams, where something horrible is right behind you, just outside your field of vision, and you try to run away - but somehow no matter how hard you try you aren't moving and its gaining more and more until you suddenly wake up sweaty and shaking. Only this wasn't a dream, and she knew she wouldn't wake up. But the feeling of being paralyzed was just the same - her muscles responded to her commands but with her joints separated and her limbs dispersed throughout the room, nothing moved!

She wanted to scream, but she didn't dare to. Her muzzle wasn't on her head. In fact it felt like it wasn't even in one piece. One of her eyes was however, but no matter how she strained to look behind, the terrier girl was just in the dead spot behind, looming over her and Jack's dispersed pieces. From what she talked - the target of that monologue was apparently Jack - she figured that the girl must be Jack's ex.

"It's really a joke that you didn't even exchange the lock, you know. Didn't you think I could have made myself a spare key? You're so pathetic and clueless its almost funny, just look at you. You're all over the place!"

She giggled at her poor joke. The girl was holding Jack's head in her hand and gloating like a comic book supervillain. Amy finally could see the terrier again as she stepped around and held his head up so Jack could see the dispersed mess from her point of view. She was clothed in designer brand clothes - pricey, but not fitting her figure very well. They actually made her look cheap. Her attitude reminded her a bit of Casey, just much worse, and older. Amy thought, If they hadn't been different species, the two could as well have been related.

"I could have told you, hanging out with that high school cunt wouldn't be any good for you, but no, you thought you could live without me."

The reason why Jack didn't answer was because his muzzle had been split in two. His nose and his upper lips were somewhere in front of Amy, his lower jaw and his tongue were somewhere else. And apparently he couldn't speak like that. Maybe he could have grunted or whimpered but Amy could understand that he refrained of giving that bitch the satisfaction.

Jack hadn't talked a lot about his previous affairs, but he had hinted that the last one had ended up sour. Amy now understood why. What had her name been again? Lucie? No, he had mentioned it once though... Lydia! Her name was Lydia.

Amy followed her with her eye - more or less the only motion she was capable of. She felt for her teeth with her tongue. They were there. So was the upper half of her mouth. She could have talked then, maybe, but now she didn't think she wanted to get Lydia's attention. Her nose was elsewhere though, somewhere dusty. The dust tickled her nostrils and she switched to breathing through her half open lips. If she could only see where her nose and muzzle were.

"Let's see if we can get you more presentable. That's your chest isn't it?" Lydia picked up something. Amy didn't feel it, so apparently it was indeed Jack's.

Lydia took her time to collect together bits that she thought were Jack's. She could still feel the sensation on his detached dick that had been briefly hers. She wondered how long that would last. From what she could see Lydia had reassembled Jack's muzzle, including tongue and all. Jack still didn't say a word, he just glared at Lydia with defiance. The canine didn't seem to mind.

"Is that your leg? I don't think you need that." She put Jack's thigh aside on the desk "...but you do look nicer with those..."

She attached the antlers to Jack's head. Amy's antlers. Then jack got ears, one of which also was Amy's. Couldn't Lydia tell the difference or did she do that on purpose?

A painful grunt could be heard from Jack and Amy tried to see what had happened.

"Ooops, I think I stepped on your eye. You really shouldn't let these lay around everywhere. Hmm, still looks good, lets put that back in there..."

Jack's eye got squeezed back into its socket. It looked painful - deliberately so. Jack bared his teeth but still didn't say anything. He just glared at Lydia. Amy started to feel really glad that the cube protected them from harm. Lydia definitely didn't seem to care if she caused injury or damage. "There's so much gunk laying around here, I can't even find the rest of you. Lets get that cleaned up, shall we?" she left for the kitchen and came back with a garbage bag. The first thing she picked up was Amy's head. For her she was apparently trash to be thrown out.

Amy was dropped in the bag and hit the floor with a thud. The bag was translucent, she could still see Lydia, although distorted and milky through the wrinkled plastic. Her other eye was still under the closet, she only saw Lydia's shoes from there.

Next came her thighs, then her hips, and of course her torso. Then something squishy. It took her a bit to realize it was one of her boobs. She barely felt the sensation. Yes of course! Those had been on Jack all night. But there still was some sensation on them, although fainter than normal. Did that mean they both felt these sensations then? Or was it slowly coming back to her? She didn't know.

Lydia closed the bag after all bigger bits were in. The lower legs weren't hers, they were Jack's. Instead her shins and hooves were on the table with Jack's parts. An entire arm was also not hers. How could Lydia possibly have mixed those up? Jack was much more muscular than her, or was he?

She felt her own upper arm picked up and stuck on Jack. It did look different than Jack's other, but to Amy's surprise there wasn't *that* much difference. Had she become that athletic in a single year? On Jack's male torso they looked natural enough to fool the terrier female. Her hands and fingers however were more delicate and quite obviously female. Those all remained in pieces on the floor for now. Instead Lydia grabbed Amy's bag and dragged it to the kitchen where she placed her next to the trash bin. Then she went back to the bedroom, armed with a broom and a dustpan.

Amy heard Lydia step back in the bedroom, from her ear on Jack's head. She also saw the shadow of Lydia's legs from under the closet. And then she felt the broom! What was left sprawled across the floor was swept effortlessly into the dustpan like rubbish. Her muzzle, her other ear, her nose, hand and fingers, and also quite a few bits that were most likely Jack's.

Lydia went back in the kitchen, but then stopped and picked something out of the pan. Amy tried to see what it was. It wasn't one of her parts, or was it? She felt the faintest of sensations between her legs, as if something had brushed against her clit, almost drowned out by the sensation of cold desk against the tip of Jack's cock which she still felt quite prominently. The thing simply refused to go limp. But, did that mean she could actually feel both pieces at once?

Jack sucked in air through his nose and shivered. Amy heard and felt that, thanks to her arm and her ear attached to him. Of course, if she felt a faint echo of the sensation on her vagina, Jack, who had 'worn' it all night, would be feeling every detail, every touch quite pronounced!

But what was Lydia doing with it? Amy couldn't see it from within the plastic bag under the kitchen counter, right next to the garbage bin. A garbage bin that Lydia soon opened with her foot, to empty the dustpan into it. She banged it against the bin side to shake loose the contents and Amy felt her fingers, hands, muzzle and nose tumble into the bin and land wetly in the kitchen garbage. Jack must have neglected to bring it outside for days. It stank moldy and felt squishy, and with both her muzzle and her nose in there, there was no possibility to escape the stench - especially as Lydia lifted her foot from the lever and the lid closed with a bang.

'No, please, not like this!' Amy had been close to tears already, now that she was stuffed literally in the garbage bin, she couldn't hold them back. She felt so helpless, what would this crazy bitch do next? Let the garbage truck take her and have her end up in the compactor? She had to do something, anything!

Lydia either didn't hear the sobbing sounds from the trashbin or deliberately ignored them. She moved through Jack's kitchen as if she owned the place, took a bottle of coke out of the fridge and drank some, then rummaged through his drawers until she found a large knife.

Jack whimpered in the other room. Amy hadn't been able to see it when Lydia had bound him, but he was held onto his desk chair by a few loops of rope under his arms and around his chest, which were knotted together behind the chair's back rest. His arms ended at the elbows and his legs ended at the knees so all he could do was wiggle. His dick was in front of him on the desk, still erect and throbbing, but he hardly felt it. Instead he felt Amy's vagina in Lydias grasp - over in the kitchen on the chopping board. And then he felt the cold blade of the knife against it!

"Now this is weird!" Lydia proclaimed and looked at the fresh cut. She had expected blood or at least raw flesh. But instead, the little ball of fur had separated neatly in the middle, the cut surface was skin and even fur, cleanly separated, no injury. As if it had always been like that. "Creepy." she mumbled and cut again, and again. Then suddenly she jumped back.

"Yuck, gross! Now that's just sick!"

Jack's suppressed bellow could be heard from the other room, and a thud.

A pool of clear sticky liquids had formed on the cutting board. Lydia quickly scraped the bits and slices that had been Amy's vagina unto a plate, before she hurried back to Jack's room to see what had happened.

But Jack hadn't gotten far. He was still bound to the chair. Only the chair had fallen over.

"Oh Jack! You can't run away from me anymore, you should know better by now."

Jack only glared at her with a mixture of horror, hate and embarrassment, but Lydia seemed to bask in that type of affection. "See, I'm being so nice to you, I even let you taste that cunt's pussy one last time before I bring out your trash, don't you like that?"

Amy heard both those words and the terrier girl's mean laughter that followed. "No, please don't" - her voice echoed hollow in the metallic trash bin and she got something moldy in her mouth. It made it harshly obvious how little begging could help her in her situation.

Jack didn't do much better. He pressed his lips together and glared at Lydia in defiance. "Oh come on, if you are a good boy I might even let you have your own cock for dessert, how is that?"

When Jack remained uncooperative she just laughed and grabbed his snout in her fingers. Of course it came off and remained in her hand. "Now that is convenient. Look, I'm going to feed you."

With those words she forced his lips and teeth apart, squeezed his tongue out of the way, then dropped the first piece from the plate into his mouth. Like Amy before he could feel his own tongue's touch on the sensitive flesh, and he desperately tried to fight both gravity and Lydia. But when she tilted his muzzle backwards and shook it, right in front of his eyes, his gulp reflex took over.

"There, wasn't that bad, was it? I so understand you, I wouldn't want to eat that either. Tomorrow I'll feed you something more tasty. I still have that leftover pizza from the day you left me. I kept it for you. It only got a little bit moldy since!"

"You crazy bitch!" Jack glared at her with hatred and close to tears as he felt the sensation of a piece of Amy's vagina sliding down his esophagus.

She seemed to have waited for a remark like this. With a delighted grin she smacked her fist into his muzzle which she held in her other hand, then glared in his face as he grimaced in pain.

"Please, call me that again, I so love doing this. What am I?"

"You're batshit insane!"

"Always the gentleman, here have another piece." she forced the next bit into his mouth. The worst thing was that he could still feel what he just ate. A sensation that would normally have brought him close to climax, if he hadn't known what caused it. But of course Lydia couldn't, mustn't ever know that! He just glared at her and tried to hide his arousal behind a grimace of hate.

Amy heard everything and saw most of it. At least Amy's shoes and Jack's helpless snoutless figure bound to the chair, still on the ground. The rest she had no troubles imagining.

Desperately she tried to move her arms, her legs, her fingers, anything! And finally, something in the semi liquid surroundings of the trash bin stirred. It was one of her fingers that touched her palm by chance, but it stuck. She couldn't see it, she could only feel, but her left hand suddenly had a finger again! And with that she could move! Slide and rummage through the trash bin, where there must be more loose parts! After all most of her fingers were in there.

But finding them blind, and just by the touch of her various bits was a daring task. It took her minutes to pull her newly assembled hand with one finger around until she found a second piece, and then longer until it aligned with its socket. Worse, it had only two digits; her fingertip was somewhere else.

She got a break when she found a thumb. It was her left thumb that now went on her right hand but Amy didn't complain, she was happy for every bit of moving limb! Her hand crawled around like a spider and accumulated more and more bits that she just forced to fuse unto her knuckles or her wrist - whether it belonged there or not - until she accidentally pushed her nose into the murky liquids that had accumulated in parts of the trash bin. The disgusting liquid invaded her nostrils and she instinctively opened her mouth to breathe instead. A mistake which promptly had her take a mouth full of the filth. Coughing and sputtering could be heard from the bin and she had to fight the panic of suffocating in trash while she tried to lever her muzzle just a tiny bit higher. Of course, Uncle Joe had told her that nothing could permanently harm her in her state, but at this very moment with her senses overwhelmed by the stench that was of little relief to her.

When she finally got her nose pulled back above the murk, she saw Lydia come walking by. She had Jack in her arms like a teddy bear. Amy had the sudden feeling she was running out of time.

"Let's move to my place, shall we? I promise I'll take good care of you. And don't worry about the landlord, that guy doesn't give a shit. He might throw away your junk when he comes in a month or two to evict you after you didn't pay the rent. Or maybe he's gonna auction it, who knows?" she said as if talking to a doll or toy "Now stay nice and silent while I clean up your trash behind you, will you?"

Amy wondered why he wasn't speaking back or called for help. Was he too afraid of Lydia? Or was he afraid someone else would find out about their situation? Or had Lydia done something to his muzzle? Either way, she had the doomed feeling that 'cleaning up the trash' meant nothing good for her. She had to get out of the bin, and fast.

Climbing to the top wasn't even that hard, the bin was full enough after all. Pushing the lid open was more tricky, but her fingers had the strength to force herself between lid and rim. Once outside she had the huge advantage that she could now see her hand - her fur soaked in moldy half rotten vegetable bits - with everything that she had managed to find. Two thumbs, several fingers from both hands, some with four and more digits, an ear, and almost her nose. She had placed her nose to the back of her wrist, but it got stuck on the bin's rim as it squeezed shut. She could feel the wet sensation as it fell back inside and landed in the smelly junk. There was no time though, she could hear the door open. She had to hide!

Amy's hand crawled alongside the closets to the fridge, like an ugly spider. From there she thought she could escape out the door once Lydia was gone again, and underneath she couldn't be seen.

Lydia opened the trash bin once more. She wrapped the black plastic bag inside with a knot and pulled it out. It was dripping, leaking tiny stinking drops, and Lydia didn't even bother dragging it downstairs. Instead she opened the kitchen window and hurled the disgusting bag out with a routine that suggested she had disposed trash from there before. Amy's bits tumbled inside it, during the short span of weightlessness, then the bag smashed into the open garbage container that stood the apartment blocks courtyard. The plastic ripped and parts of its contents spilled over the stinking garbage that was already half filling the container. Amy's nose tumbled somewhere in between and a new assortment of smells assaulted her.

All she could do was stare from inside the other plastic bag and feel the weird sensations of how it was to be garbage. Likely Jack felt it too, he had enough of his bits in there as well after all.

For a second, Amy thought Lydia would throw the other bag out the window too, but apparently she knew better than throw a translucent bag with easily recognizable parts of a person down there. Instead she carried Amy's bag and another empty one to the other room. Then she filled the empty bag with the remaining bits, Jack's cock, bits of arms and legs from the table, wrapped it tightly and then stuck both bags into Jack's sports bag. The zipper went shut and the world went dark.

Amy could feel herself, her head getting carried and placed somewhere, but there she had no ears to hear and no nose to smell. Her one eye was useless in the dark confines, that left her with nothing but her sense of balance and she could only guess that she ended up in the car's trunk, as the ear on Jack's head picked up the trunk being slammed shut a second later.

Then Lydia drove away.


Chapter 8: Forgotten pieces
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*Plock*

Amy's fingers hit wood. It was likely another door frame, she couldn't tell for sure. For minutes she had tried to get across from the kitchen to Jack's bedroom. The only room where she could see something, but feeling her way around blind was hard.

It was made more difficult by the fact that she was only a hand. Like from a horror movie, if not even too grotesque for that. She had six fingers, two of them double length with more than 4 digits that made it look like a spider's fangs. Two thumbs had attached to either side of her palm somehow, one from her left and one from her right hand. Coordinating them was tricky, most of the time she just dragged one of them behind.

An ear was stuck on her hand as well, she could hear the tiny tipping noises of her fingers crawling over the floor in Jack's apartment. And the sound of tapping against wood. Was this the bedroom door? 'Please, please make it be open!' She sent a silent prayer to whatever powers might be.

Under the closet in the bedroom was Amy's eyeball. She could see the dusty underside of the closet and parts of the room's floor from underneath the closet, but she couldn't see the door which was standing open by just an inch. Nor did she see the outworldish creature that squeezed through and then dragged itself along the wall, until it hit the bed post.

It's long feeler-like fingers touched the wooden frame, as its mind - stashed miles away in a car trunk - tried to make out what it was feeling.

Something moved in the garbage container outside, where her nose, muzzle and various other bits had landed. Amy couldn't tell what it was, she tried to ignore it. She had no clue what bit of furniture she had just found, it could have been something in the kitchen after all. No, the kitchen and bathroom had tiles, this room had wooden floor. It had to be the bedroom!

The hideous creature scampered away from the wall and through the room, diagonally. That's when Amy finally saw the longed-for shadow move in the corner of her vision. A few more finger-steps, and she beheld sight of her creation. Happily she scampered towards her eye, under the closet, finally seeing what she was doing.

The magpie hopped down into the freshly spilled garbage contents in the open container. It had just found a piece of pepper, only slightly moldy on one side, and gobbled it down. Now the bird was looking for more. It's eyes fell on something pink and soft and it made a few steps over the squishy gunk. One bird claw clenched around Amy's nostril as it stepped on her detached nose.

Amy had just managed to place her eye on her palm, right between her longest fingers. At first she thought she'd have to keep it clenched between her fingers, but as she discovered, her eyeball attached itself as if this had been its natural socket. She could even move it left and right and look around. A weird perspective from close to the floor, but it was so much an improvement over being blind.

The sensation on her nose caught her off guard. She sneezed, and it went away. What was that? Her mind tried to make sense of the sensation. Something had pinched her nose! Her eye looked around for the nearest window, but the one in the bedroom went to the wrong side. She'd have to move to the kitchen to look down where the garbage had previously been thrown.

The magpie had fluttered back up on the rim on the garbage container and now looked around, intrigued but also wary of the sneezing container contents. Curiosity finally won over caution as nothing else happened. It hopped back down and approached that nose once more.

Amy felt the bird beak pinch her nose. "Ouch!" she yelled. The bird promptly fluttered back up and again perched on the top of the container - in safe distance to her muzzle where the sound had come from. The magpie tilted its head and tried to make sense out of this weird talking garbage.

The kitchen window was closed. But the very bin that Amy had been dumped in provided a stairstep that she thought she could use to jump on.

Jumping however was not something her hand was good at. She managed to propel herself upwards, but barely enough that her extra long furry fingers could could pull herself on top of the lid. The next jump was even more daring, from the bin unto the kitchen workbench. Amy's fingers clenched against the wood, but slipped, and she tumbled back down and landed on her back. Or rather, the back of her hand. She had to try again.

The magpie listened to Amy's breath and her grunts as she strained to get to the table. This was definitely weird, but also interesting, for the bird. However the magpie was also still hungry and its gaze resumed searched for anything edible in the trash. The bird jumped back down, this time avoiding the place where Amy's scary muzzle had landed, and stalked to the other side of the half-spilled bag instead.

Jack's kitchen window finally slid open a crack. Amy squeezed through and unto the windowsill. She remembered how many stories Jack's apartment was high, she had climbed all the stairs after all. Carefully she approached the edge. A fire ladder went down nearby but there was no way she could use it in her current form.

From her place it went straight down into the abyss. Deep below stood the metal garbage container, the bag with her bits half spilled on top of other garbage. She could clearly see the bird stalking the junk, its neck outstretched as it was inspecting something. From up here she couldn't make out what it was. "Shoo, go away!" she spoke. The sound came from her muzzle way below in the container, her words barely reached her own ears.

The bird made a step back, but then started to investigate the same piece once more. Amy had no choice, she had to go down there, and fast. 'At least I know I can't be hurt like this' she thought. She would have closed her eye if she had had an eye lid, but that wasn't the case, so she had to stare the abyss down as she jumped.

Air rushed past her, and the ground grew larger and larger, but without the normal sense of 'falling' - her head was far away in Lydia's car - it felt artificial, almost like a computer game. The impact was very real tough. Luckily she had aimed right. At first it looked as if she had jumped too short and would impact the rim of the container, but as she fell closer the dark plastic of the garbage bag came to greet her. It softened her fall with a heavy thud, and more of its contents spilled forth.

The magpie saw her falling from the corner of its vision. Instinct told it to fly away, but, not without her food! Already in the process of jumping up and spreading its wings, its beak snapped down and picked up the pink fleshy piece it had spotted earlier, then flew up cawing in triumph as Amy's hand tried to get up from the garbage. In its beak it held what she could now clearly make out as a nipple. Her nipple. And although Jack had 'worn' her breasts during the night, she still faintly felt the beak's squeeze on her as the bird flew up to the nearest tree.

"No! come back you bloody bird, that's mine!" Amy's muzzle complained, but the bird didn't care much as it approached its nest. It placed the nipple down there and picked at it, expecting to taste flesh, but there was no blood, and the thing was too big to swallow. But it was nicely soft, it still made nice cushioning material for its nest. The magpie rearranged the feathers and various items in the nest, to make room for the new collectible. Amongst a key someone had lost, two shiny bits of tinfoil paper there were several magpie down feathers. Amy's nipple now went right to the center, to cushion the eggs that were about to hatch.

"Come back damnit!" Amy was almost screaming. But the bird couldn't care less for the voice below.

An elderly lady opened the window a story above and glanced down for the source of the voice. Her mane was grey, and her eyes weren't the best, so the she-wolf luckily couldn't make out Amy's hand and muzzle in the trash as what they were. But she did notice the magpie cawing back from the tree. "Are you stealing things again?" the old lady yelled. The magpie cawed back, mockingly. "I want my key back, or there'll be no seeds next winter, you hear me?". Another caw, then the window slid shut again.

Amy kept herself motionless on the garbage, like a thrown away halloween toy, until the window slid close again. 'OK, no yelling in the courtyard'. she told herself. 'I just hope this bird doesn't eat my nipple.' The thought was weirdly intriguing, of course she didn't want that to happen, but at the same time the thought of it also made her wonder what would happen. She blinked that thought away. 'OK Amy, stay calm, you can't get that one back right now anyway. Better get those other pieces somewhere safe before someone else sees them.'

Amy waited until the courtyard was back in silence, then started searching through the garbage that had spilled from the bag. Finding her own pieces was not that hard, she could feel the movement when she got close to a part of herself. The tricky part was not missing any of Jack's bits. And she didn't know how many there were.

...

Lydia had placed Jack in her bedroom. Once more the stag was bound to a chair, and once more his limbs, or what Lydia thought where his limbs, were placed tauntingly close but out of reach on her bed. Including his cock. Only his upper arms she had left him, but they were useless, ending where the elbows should have been. Besides he couldn't move one of them, as it was Amy's.

He had heard most of what had happened in the garbage container, after all one of his own ears was in the pile, and he also heard Amy's voice. But he didn't dare speak to her until he heard the door lock behind Lydia and was sure she was away.

"Amy, can you hear me?"

Amy's ear on his head twitched.

"I can hear you there, my ear must be close to your mouth somewhere. Lydia left, but I can't move, she bound me."

He heard the noises of Amy's fingers as she searched and sorted the garbage. Amy used an empty bag to collect all of their pieces that she found. She also put her other nipple there.

"Where is it, am I close?"

"You're getting closer, no, now you are moving away, the other side."

"Here? Ah, I got it."

Jack felt Amy's fingers on his ear, felt it picked up, then dragged over to where the other pieces where.

"Are you whole? Can you get help?"

Amy laughed. "Whole? I'm a muzzle, a nose, and a little pet monster with one eye that I made from my hand and a few fingers. Lydia has the rest of me in a bag, I think it's in her car. Did she just start driving again? Where are you?"

"I'm in her bedroom. She left me here, but I only have arm and leg stumps. And one of my arms is yours, I can feel you move it."

Amy giggled. "Sorry about that. It's just so confusing. In a few hours you'll probably feel it like if it was yours, I can still feel your dick from last night."

Said limb was on Lydia's bed. Meanwhile it was limp.

"I'm so sorry Amy, she...." he gulped, not sure how to bring this up. "she made me eat your vag'." Jack could still feel it, sliding around inside his stomach, getting kneaded and squeezed by his bowels, and he couldn't stop it. Worse, his own stomach movements turned this into sexual torture that he couldn't stop. "I swallowed it in pieces."

His confession had a tone of voice, much like a husband would tell his wife 'I just accidently drove over our little child in front of the house.' sorrowful, hopeless and guilty. He didn't know how she would respond, if she would freak out, or is she would hate him for it. He didn't hear a response from Amy for a few seconds.

Weirdly enough, though his eyes caught a movement. It was his dick on the bed, and it was twitching and growing firm.

"It's OK, I know, I heard it all. I know she forced you to." Amy's voice originated somewhere close to his missing ear. "Remember, I... we, can't be harmed like this. It's probably going to come back out fine, one way or another."

Jack blushed at that thought. He had feared the worst, that he would be digesting her vag, worse that he'd have to feel it happen, and could never give it back to her, never again pleasure her. Instead of course she was right - it was harmless, and he had been stupid for fearing all that. She even seemed to be turned on by this judging by his erect detached cock, which, after all, responded primarily to her thoughts right now. Of course, her vagina would just come back out later, when he needed to go...

Jack's thoughts derailed when he suddenly realized a potential problem.

"Amy, I think, I'm missing my pucker."

"Your what?"

"My... my asshole, my anus. It's not where its supposed to be." he blushed even more.

Something rustled, apparently Amy was moving her fingers through some of the garbage bag. Then suddenly he felt her finger. Right under his tail. Except that his tail was on him, and the other part was not.

"Don't worry, its right here!" Amy cheered. "I think I got nearly all of us, there's not much else left in this garbage bag but rotten veggies. I'm gonna search again, and then hide all our pieces somewhere safe. Do you have any idea where Lydia might be bringing the rest of us?"

Jack didn't. He shook his head, then realized she couldn't see that. "She drove off. She's likely gonna dump them somewhere where she thinks they won't be found soon. Maybe you can tell when she gets you out of the car? Can you see?"

For now Amy didn't see anything. She still had one eye in her head, but that was stuck in the dark bag in the car's trunk. She had only seen a little bit of light when Lydia had taken out Jack's pieces, but for now Lydia was still driving, with a lot of stops. Maybe she had been caught in traffic or something? That was good, it meant she hadn't gotten too far from town. Amy wished she had ears there, but all she could hear was the chirp of the birds near her spider-hand, and Jack's calm breathing.

Then finally the car stopped. The trunk opened and Lydia took out the bag. Amy blinked into the light, She could make out trees. Many trees, it was a narrow forest road that Lydia had been driving on. Lydia dragged Amy's bag of limbs along as she walked off the path and into the forest. Amy feared the worst, being dumped somewhere in the middle of nowhere. But just when Lydia opened the bag, to actually throw its contents into a ditch, Amy's mood suddenly brightened.

"Yes! I know where I am!"

"Where?" Jack asked, hearing her voice.

"She went to the little forest behind the old papermill. I was there a few times, running. Now she's throwing us down a trench, can you feel that?"

It was Jack's arm that was hurled down, and yes, he could. Next was Amy's head. Lydia held her up and grinned at her as she recognized Amy's one eye staring back at her, then she threw said head as strong as she could, without a word or hesitation, as if she was indeed just a rotten fruit to get rid off.

"Ouch!" Amy hit a tree and landed on the forest floor with a thud and slightly dizzy. Her hip followed as well, and so did her leg which landed in a cold muddy puddle. Amy cursed.

But her upper torso, and some other pieces were still in the bag when Lydia wrapped it closed once more and turned around for her car.

"No! You bitch, come back!" Amy whined as she saw Lydia disappear.

"What happened?" Jack asked.

"She's only dumped some of us, I don't know where she's bringing the rest!"

It took several more minutes of driving in the car, then Amy finally felt her chest hit some hard surface where it remained motionless. Lydia had thrown the entire bag out somewhere and the two deer had not the slightest clue where...


Chapter 9: Catching up
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Amy stared into the shadowy twilight surrounding her with her single left eye. The clouds had vanished and the clear night sky was illuminated by the moon, which was shining on her motionless head on the forest floor. She had a rough idea where she was, and she tried frantically to reach herself, but her mind was focused somewhere else.

A mile away, Amy's hands hustled through the night, close to the ground like a big rat. No one paid them attention at the side of the road, but her fingers hurt and ached, and a few times she lost a finger and had to go back and put it back on. She had merged both her hands together, wrist against wrist, one to the right and one to the left. All her fingers were in their natural positions like that, which made moving much more easy and faster, even if she was still just a hand-creature. If she wanted, she could even have pulled her hands apart and let each hand crawl separately, but since she had only one eye to see where she was going it was safer to keep them together.

Her muzzle and her nose she had left behind together with Jack's stuff. Jack had a basement compartment in the apartment block he lived, the chance that anyone would look in there during the night was slim to nonexistent, and keeping their parts there was likely safer than dragging them through town.

Somewhere ahead of her hands was a forest road, which lead to the back of the old abandoned paper factory. Somewhere there in the forest was a ditch, and that was where her head was, a fact that she only knew by pure chance, a fluke that Lydia had chosen one of the few spots to dispose of her parts that Amy had been before.

But getting there, being just two walking hands, was tedious. And it wasn't made any better by the fact that she could hear and feel what Lydia was doing to Jack, who was at her mercy in her bedroom. She tried to ignore it as far as possible, but she could hear everything and feel a lot too, considering Lydia had used some of her body parts to reassemble Jack.

Jack's cock was now stuck back between his legs, or rather leg stumps as they ended at the knees, but she still felt it as if it was hers. She didn't want it to be stiff and throbbing, but it had a mind of its own and heeded neither her nor Jack's wishes once Lydia started to play with it. At that point Amy could no longer keep going, she crawled her hands into the ditch next to the road and curled them into fists. Shivers went through her dispersed body. She knew they were caused by the touch of this cruel terrier, and she didn't want it to feel good, but there was nothing she could do, it just did.

Even though Jack seemed to show a surprising amount of discipline and didn't play along as she had wished, Lydia still liked to play with the helpless stag's cock. She petted it until it was nice and firm out if its sheath, then gave it tender licks with her canine tongue.
Jack just stared at her with displayed hatred. It was a challenge, she wanted him to feel pleasure, to come for her, so as soon as the first drops of pre emerged, she straddled over Jack, with him under her between her thighs.

Lydia grinned at him as she guided his throbbing member between her legs and rubbed it against her nether folds, back and forth and between them.

Amy moaned and arched her back, which was still in a plastic bag dumped somewhere unknown. But her moan went unheard by anyone but Jack who had his ear right next to her muzzle. Amy's hands curled tighter and flexed, and her thighs trembled - one half sunk in some mud puddle in the forest, while her one-eyed face stared into the moonlight above the tree canopy. She could feel Lydia's clit piercing rub against jack's cock tip every time she shifted and it was as blissful and nice as it was - unwelcome. She didn't want to fuck or get fucked by that horrible person. Neither did she want to feel how she force fucked her boyfriend. That was, wrong!

Lydia however saw not enough reaction from Jack, who currently got most of his sexual stimulation - if any - from the bits of Amy's vag that were in his bowels. If he had been alone he would possibly have enjoyed the constant slimy squishy feeling against the clit and labia bits inside him, but luckily there was little to no connection between those and what Lydia did. For now he had himself under enough control to just stare her down. His ex took that as encouragement to finally slide his cock into herself, then ride him hard. Soon enough his face was forgotten, she didn't care what he felt or thought. Feeling his cock in her, and being in total control, she brought herself close to climax all by herself.

For Jack it was quite weird. Here was his ex, getting on a power trip, riding him against his will, dominated him like she always had liked to do, and he barely felt a thing. In the past he had enjoyed this, feared it, loved it, dreaded it. Now he felt almost nothing for her, even the hatred was artificial, just a mask he showed her consciously. All he really wanted was being close to Amy, and right now Amy was closer to him than Lydia would ever be. A grin went on his face, almost a chuckle, as he saw Lydia's blissful but oblivious face expression, she didn't even seem to see the world around herself anymore.

Amy on the other hand was unable to escape those sensations. Though unlike Jack she had no reasons to hide how she felt. Of course, the fact that Lydia was the unwelcome cause for this pleasure was a bitter sting in her heart, but then that was the smallest part of it. It all had just been too much for her for too long. Being dispersed in so many bits, helpless and scattered, it turned her on nevertheless. And although she fought back to her best abilities, she had been in need for sexual relief for most of the day, feeling a male sex organ that wasn't hers, but unable to touch or see it. Now that Lydia made her fuck her like this, she didn't fight the relief, she welcomed it like a thirsty wanderer lost in the desert welcomed a bottle of water. Shivering waves of pleasure washed over her, faster and faster until she felt the sensation of her borrowed cock squirting out her cum. Her loud bleat of climax echoed load in the safe confines of the basement.

But Jack managed to stay dignified and gave Lydia the stares even as his seed went off deep inside her. Not that Lydia cared either way, from the sounds Amy could hear from her ear on Jack's head, Lydia was too far gone in her own ecstasy to pay attention to such details as her forced lover's facial expression.

"Oh yes, Jack, fuck me hard, that's it. Cum into me!" Lydia screamed, and came herself as Amy went off inside her. She rode the orgasm out, until Jack's cock slid out of her, wet and limp.

Lydia was still shivering slightly and scolded the limp piece of flesh that refused to provide her more pleasure. "What? That was it already? You are such a weakling, Jack!"

Jack forced himself to keep an emotionless expression. But inside, he grinned.

Amy was quite glad that Jack's cock had gotten limp. For the next few minutes she could again focus on searching for the rest of herself. However she hadn't gotten far yet when Lydia had started a little bondage game with Jack, and wrapped him tightly in ropes, likely in the hope to get him hard again. Her plan was flawed, though. Whether Jack got aroused or not, his cock would have stayed limp either way - unless Amy did. And Amy fought any thoughts of arousal as good as she could. 'Don't try to imagine what she's doing, watch the road, the road is more important.' she told herself in her head. "I can't hear you, lalala..." her muzzle spoke as she heard Lydia's voice, taunting Jack, and then - the noise of a whip? Her imagination eventually got the better of her. It wasn't fair! Why was it that the picture of Jack being bound and helpless was such a turnon?!

Half an hour later, and at least one more involuntary climax on Amy's behalf later, Lydia finally went to sleep. Jack she had left, bound in an uncomfortable position next to her bed. Ropes were wrapped tightly around his torso and his arm and leg stumps, yet Jack tried to sleep as well, despite the discomfort. He couldn't talk to Amy, Lydia was sleeping right next to him and he didn't want her to know that they could communicate. All he could do was try to get some sleep as well.

However, his bowels grumbled and he felt the bits of Amy's vag somewhere in there, getting squished and shifted rhythmically. With nothing else to focus on, those small repetitive sensations turned into much more a sexual torture than Lydia could have ever mastered. It didn't take long and he was straining against his bounds and grunting silently. His penis also awoke to live and he could feel a faint throbbing sensation. Apparently it had been on him long enough now to slowly 'come back' to him. Straining, fighting to stay silent, he shivered and trembled, flexed and tensed. Minutes of silent torture approached their inevitable climax, until finally, an almost inaudible whimper escaped his throat. He arched against his bounds, shuddered, then went limp. His belly grumbled and made faint gurgling noises, and a few droplets of cum oozed down the far wall in the direction his cock had pointed.

Amy shared the sensations of cumming once more and let out a sigh, as their shared cock finally went limp again. But she had hardly noticed any of what had been the cause for Jack's climax and thought her own confused thoughts had sent her over the edge. She finally had found the scattered pieces in the forest, and under the pale shine of a full moon she had started to reassemble her body with everything she could find. That included her thighs, her hips, but also Jack's shins and hooves. She had her head, but no torso to stick it on. She had two arms, one belonged to Jack, the other belonged to her.

What she ended up doing with that incomplete puzzle looked like a piece of modern art. She stuck her head unto her waist, as if it was her neck, then placed the available arms unto the top of her hipbone, as if it were shoulder blades. Her ear she put back on her head and her eye back where it belonged. Her hands she stuck on her wrists, one on her own arm and one on Jack's. But she still couldn't get up, her lower legs and ankles were as asleep as their owner, limp and unresponsive. So was Jack's arm. For a second she considered waking Jack to ask him to move them for her, but then she decided against it. Walking like that would have been near impossible, and she, too was dead tired and exhausted. Her muzzle yawned - far away in the basement, and after she and Jack had come that final time, she just turned around and curled together on the dry leaves under a large tree.

...

Chirping birds woke her, and Amy blinked into the fresh purple light of the pre-dawn sky in which the last stars slowly dimmed away to nothing. The sun was just beneath the horizon, painting the eastern sky into a shade of pale yellow. Not a single cloud covered the morning sky and she shivered slightly. The air had gotten quite fresh.

Amy pressed her arms against the foliage and sat up, her legs wrapped under her. Her balance felt weird, but only when she saw the surrounding trees from the weird perspective of a head on a waist, she remembered all that had happened. She had full control over her body now, her ankles, although they were Jack's, felt and moved as hers, and so did her left arm. Amy brushed her fingers over the fur that wasn't hers yet felt so normal.

She couldn't hear anything from Jack, only the birds around her. Likely he was still sleeping. Amy felt a slight pressure in her bladder, and instinctively her eyes searched for a suitable spot under a nearby tree. She crouched down and her hand went between her legs, to find - nothing. Only brown fur. She blushed, what would happen if she pee'd? Would it come out of her vag, somewhere inside Jack? She couldn't really do that to him. Or out of his penis? After all it had been hers for a day. Then again he had had it back for all night, and Amy couldn't say if she felt anything right now. There was some very distant sensation, but if it was from Jack's cock or her vag inside him, or just her imagination, she couldn't tell. Right now she somehow had no sex at all.

For a moment she mused about this weird condition. The weird thing was that it turned her on, by not turning her on. She didn't have anything, or feel anything between her legs clear enough, to send those pleasant tingling sensations through all her body, yet somehow the thought alone made her horny. Blushing, and removing her fingers from the empty spot between her legs, she tried to get her mind to focus on something else.

Her full bladder made it quite easy to focus on a different matter again. Amy knew she wouldn't be able to deny nature this urgent business for too long, but at least she'd have to talk to Jack first, how to actually do that.

For now however there was no time to waste. With the onset of the day her chances of getting back to Jack's place unseen were getting slimmer. And then she somehow had to find Jack himself, and the cube. But she didn't know where Lydia lived, would he? Or should she go home instead? After a bit of hesitation, she decided to head back to Jack's place first, where the rest of her was. Now that she had arms again, she had a lot more options.

No cars drove in the forest that early in the morning, and Amy had no problems staying unseen as long as she was out of town. Getting through settled streets however was daring. The sun had crept above the horizon, and some early commuters were already on the streets, some people were doing morning sports, others were on their way to work. Amy crouched low behind hedges and hoped no one nearby would open their window shutters and stare out right the moment she was hiding from a passing car on their lawn. A naked deer would have been embarrassing enough, but she looked just too grotesque to explain rationally.

Eventually she had made it to just half a block from Jack's place without getting seen. Just one more lonely back alley, and she'd be able to enter the backyard where the very garbage container stood that she had collected herself out of. She passed one more corner and... nearly ran into a homeless person!

His fur was so filthy Amy couldn't even tell if he was a dog or some sort of feline, but he stunk of dirt and alcohol. She froze, and he looked up and just stared at Amy for a second. He blinked, then with shaking hands went for his coat fished for a bottle of strong liquor. Opening it, he nearly dropped it, but then took a healthy gulp out of it, rubbed his eyes, and looked again where Amy had just been.

The weird creature that his mind had made up was gone. Had not ever existed.

"Bleagh, what are these assholes mixing in my booze again?" he mumbled. Then, with a sudden retching sound, he bent to the nearest wall and emptied his alcohol infused stomach contents against the bricks and floor.

Amy's heart was racing, and she panted heavily from all the running. But the sound could only be heard in the basement below, where her mouth was. Catching her breath, she glanced up at the windows of the apartment block. Some were lit, but none had faces or people staring down. Amy aimed for the basement window, then realized that her current body wouldn't fit between the metal bars in one piece anymore. As just a hand that had been much easier.

She really had to pee now, and having to take herself apart in order to squeeze her bits down into the basement took painstakingly long. Her legs first, then her left arm, her hip, then she threw her own head down there. Without any limbs to brace the impact it was rather unpleasant, she was sure if she hadn't been in pieces it would have given her at least a concussion. But after a few blinks, the spinning stopped and she dragged her right arm after her. It landed on top of the pile that was her, on the basement floor. Once more she was tasked with reassembling herself.

Within the same basement compartment there was the half open plastic bag. Inside was her muzzle and her and Jack's other bits. With great relief she placed her muzzle back in her face where it belonged, complete with snout and everything, and took a deep breath. Her nipple she put on her hip, lacking her chest and breast where it was supposed to go. There were now only two Jack bits left in the bag: His ear, and his pucker.

"Jack, can you hear me?"

Nothing. Or was there? Amy concentrated hard. Of course, her ear had been on Jack for over a day now, what if it had become his? What if she couldn't hear him anymore? What if he heard with her ear instead and couldn't even hear her anymore either? She felt the constricting sensation of slight panic rise up her chest.

"Jack, please...." Amy was close to tears. Without him she had no idea where Lydia was, where he was, where she could go.

At first she thought she only imagined things. The voice was so faint, it sounded like an echo of her own thoughts, like a wish turned to vivid imagination. But there it was again, a voice, faintly, somewhere in her head, she couldn't tell where it came from, but it was there!

'Amy, where are you? I can barely hear you. I can move your ear now, do you still hear me?'

"Yes? Yes! Yes, I can hear you!" Amy knelt down and nearly hugged the ear she had in her hand, tears of relief in her eyes.

"How are you? Are you OK?" Amy tried to imagine what shape Jack was in.

'Lydia just left, I think for work, I'm alone, but she didn't even unbind me.'

Amy had wanted to ask him other things, but the most pressing issue right now was something else. "Jack, I really need to pee! I... I think it might come out through your cock."

Jack laughed. 'Lydia took my dick off again and put it in a bucket in case I need to pee, so don't worry. Besides, worst case you ruin her carpet, no harm done.'

'But will that even work? I feel it as mine again.' he added wondering.

Amy barely listened, she really couldn't hold back any longer, she relaxed her clenched thighs and, feeling a slight shudder, started squeezing.

Nothing happened.

"Jack, it's not working..." Amy realized with slight worry and wonder what would happen now. She felt the pressure but there was no release. "I have nothing... I can't pee with. You had my vag last, and now you have your dick again, too!"

Jack thought a bit. He didn't really feel Amy's vag a lot anymore. His throbbing cock was drowning those sensations, and imagining Amy's predicament had the ungainly habit of turning him on right this moment. But there was no denying that those bits had to be somewhere down in his belly, almost on the way out. He didn't desperately need to go to the toilet, but it felt like he could if he wanted to. And since Amy had his pucker, maybe her lady bits would come out right there?

'Amy, I have an idea, but you might not like it.'

...

The apartment house where Jack had his flat in had a shared laundry room in the basement. It housed several laundry machines, dormant at this early time of morning. There was also a sink with cold and warm water. Said warm water currently rinsed over all the bits in the sink and washed them clean.

Amy had feared she'd be grossed out, but when Jack's pucker had finally stretched and opened and released semi hard deer pellets into the water, it hadn't been too horrible, Most of them got washed down into the drain by the water stream, and Amy had to pay close attention if something else emerged. She heard Jack grunt and strain in her head. His pucker opened wider, and then something pink slid out. It didn't feel to Amy like it was part of her vagina, at least she didn't feel any sensation between her legs. There was simply nothing but the strong need to pee. The bit was soft and squishy and felt like it belonged to someone else. Yet there was no question it had to be part of hers. She fished it out of the sink and placed it safely aside so it wouldn't get flushed down the drain. The next bit was larger and full of fur, with brown smear stuck in it. Jack strained to squeeze it out, and after it followed several smaller pieces in rapid succession. Amy had to quickly close the plug on the drain to not lose any of them.

Some of the bits seemed to have been merged together in a different way than they were supposed to, while they had been mangled within Jack's body. It dawned to Amy that she'd have to solve quite a puzzle to undo what Lydia had done. And she really needed to pee.

Jack's pucker twitched between her fingers, then closed tight.

"Was that all?" Amy asked.

'I don't know. That's all that would come out. Maybe later,' was the answer of the faint voice in her head. Amy couldn't wait, she had to do with what she had. With shaking hands she washed all bits clean as good as she could, then sorted them. A piece of labia was easily recognizable, so was a patch of brown fur with a bit of pink and half of her clit. When she peeled apart two bits that looked like they had merged in an odd way, she finally felt the faintest of sensations between her leg. Apparently her body still remembered somewhat that this was part of her. Or the cube remembered, or however this worked. She pinched another bit of labia on purpose, and again she felt a faint sensation. But where the hell was her peehole? If she could only feel a bit more...

After a while Amy realized that she had only little more than half the pieces to begin with. Lydia had cut her crotch right in half, and some of the skin she saw was supposed to be inside, yet now it showed either pink skin or was covered in fur. Only as she squeezed her right labia against the pink flesh that resembled most of her reassembled left half, the tiny hole between them finally showed itself right in between. It had to do, she couldn't wait any longer and squeezed the entire thing between her legs, incomplete as it was. Her fur and flesh warped and fused like dough and accumulated what was rightfully hers even though it wasn't whole, and then she didn't lose a second and heaved her hips on the rim of the sink and let go.

Again, nothing happened. Amy grunted in frustration and squeezed her fingers into her crotch that was only half there, that gave her barely any sensation or response, and she trembled from squeezing her belly against her painfully stretched bladder.

And then finally, with the weirdest, painful straining sensation inside her, a single drop of yellow liquid appeared and wetted her fingers. Trembling, she stretched her labia apart, tearing so strong she felt any moment she'd rip them apart once more, while that single drop dripped in the sink, and then another one. And another one, and then a tiny trickle.

And then it was like a dam broke, and her overstretched bladder released itself together with a loud moan from her throat, as the sink got flooded, until she was empty, shivering and trembling.

The sensations in her crotch now came back to her quickly. It was hers again, and she nearly cried with relief, and rubbed over her half of a clit until it sent little shivers of pleasure through her.


Chapter 10: Broken magic
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Amy was back to being a hand with too many fingers. She was currently hidden under a bush, waiting for a chance to cross the street.

The rest of her sat upstairs in Jack's flat. Jack had told her where he had hidden a spare key (in case the door fell closed while he was getting the laundry) and she had made it back inside without any of his neighbors seeing her. That would have been awkward. From the floor to the hips she looked like a normal, although unclothed deer. That would have been explainable. But instead of an upper torso, her head sat right on her waist, which she also had her arms attached to.

Currently only one of her arms had a hand, as the other one was on a tour, together with her right eye and one ear so she could hear on the way.

Once there were no more cars, Amy hurried over the street in little leaps. She had found out that she was quicker when she did little jumps then when crawling on her fingers. Although it was tiring, it was the safest, since quickest way to cross a street. Not a second too early she hid behind a garbage bin. Who knew what happened if she was spotted and picked up to study? She certainly didn't want to find out.

A feral cat had spotted her and kept following her in a some distance. Amy couldn't tell if she was being hunted or if the creature was simply curious, but she didn't have time to confront it and find out, she had to find Lydia, and her car.

Because: Jack had no clue where he was! Yes, he was in Lydia's bedroom, bound and strapped with his back to a shelf, but he didn't know where Lydia lived since they had broken up. All he had been able to tell Amy was where Lydia worked, or at least he hoped she still worked there. In a fast food restaurant opposite one of the suburban shopping malls.

Getting there as nothing but a hand was dangerous and tedious, but it was still better than walking the street as a grotesque creature. Art critics would likely have argued if she belonged in a contemporary museum or rather a horror cabinet.

Amy scurried over the parking lot, from underneath one parked car to the next, until she reached the back door of the restaurant. It was close by a drive-by-order-window and she could see a kangaroo lady sit by the window and wait for customers. 'Please, still work there...' Amy mumbled to herself and tried to peek into the kitchen somehow. The back door itself was glass all the way to the floor, but from that point of view she couldn't see around the corner of the corridor leading to the kitchen inside.

The window a bit further down the wall looked more promising. It was open a crack, and a convenient bush in front of it allowed her to climb on. She didn't know how long Lydia's shift would last, but the sun indicated it was already late afternoon. Amy risked to divide her attention and glanced at Jack's clock with her other eye. That confirmed it was almost 4 pm. If Lydia had worked since six in the morning she was likely to go home soon, unless she worked three shifts. Which Amy thought unlikely.

Amy's hand slipped through the window. Too late she realized her mistake! On the other side there was no windowsill, only a narrow ledge, and that was greasy and slippery. Her fingers found no grip and she slipped down, directly on a hot metal plate on which burgers and sausages were fried. She heard the sizzling noise underneath her even before she felt the sudden flash of heat from her fingers.

Luckily no one in the kitchen heard her scream as she jumped off the hot stove and landed on a floor, then scurried under the nearest shelf.

Being in pieces made her technically near invulnerable. Her fur was singed, but after a few seconds of curling into a fist, riding out the waves of painful heat, the sensation of having been burnt miraculously subseded. There was no lasting damage. On the other hand, the fact that no one had seen her little stunt in the busy kitchen bordered on a small miracle. All the buzz in the fast food kitchen went its usual, orderly course, with plates clattering and orders being shouted.

Amy recognized Lydia's voice before she recognized her shoes. That was her, the terrier girl, Jack's cruel, stalking ex. Here, however she was a lot less dominant, she was ordered and bossed around by a large brute tiger, who apparently thought she didn't move fast enough. "Hurry up, damnit! I won't let you leave early if you don't finish your work. You're gonna stay overtime, do you understand?"

Amy smiled as she heard Lydia meekly answer. Here, the bitch was apparently on the far bottom end of the ladder. So... if she was here now, all Amy had to do was follow her home right? Maybe she could get into Lydia's car somehow. But which one was her car?
For now Amy had to stay hidden under the shelves, there wasn't much she could do. Lydia kept working, like the others, in a busy kitchen making the same greasy fast food over and over again. There was almost no warning...

"I'm done, I'm going now, cya tomorrow!" Lydia apparently used the 'surprise speed' tactics to get out before she was assigned more tasks.

"Don't you DARE come in late again, or I'll fire you," the tiger yelled after her. Then the side door fell shut behind the terrier. And Amy was still under the shelf, she had been too slow to react.

She obviously couldn't get out the same way she came in, and the only other way... her one eye searched frantically for it... seemed to be the corridor leading to the customers area. There was no time to lose, Amy didn't care anymore if she was spotted, she darted from her hiding place like a rat with its tail on fire.

Round the corner, no reaction from the kitchen, round another one and into the guest room.
A family of three was sitting on a table, and a ugly overweight teenage cat walked in the path between Amy and the entrance door. The open entrance door! Amy jumped...

"EEEEEEK!" A high pitched scream reverberated in the guestroom as the walking hand darted across the room and out the door.

"What is it darling?"

"There was a rat! A rat came out of the kitchen, it nearly ran over my feet!!!"

Amy couldn't contain a snicker. People were so hilarious.

"Come on, lets go elsewhere. We don't have to eat here, darling..."

Lydia had already walked across the parking lot and was just opening the door on an old rusty coupe. Amy dashed towards her, under cars and over the lanes to make it in time. She was almost there when the car door closed with a thud and the engine came to life with a tormented whine. Where should she go? She decided to try her luck underneath the vehicle. There had to be something she could cling on to. The exhaust was close by, but it dawned to her that this part might be getting unpleasantly hot.

Lydia put the gear in and the car started rolling slowly. She turned, went down the lane, then onto the main road that would carry her back to the suburb where she lived.

Amy was tucked underneath her car, clinging on to a part she suspected belonged to the brakes. It was a pipe, which was leaking a few drops of a certain liquid that made her eye water just from being near it. Only inches under her the road rushed by at high speed. Every bump and pothole shook everything and she had to cling on with all her might not to be thrown off.

The feral cat that had followed her watched the car drive off in the distance, then licked its paws in annoyed boredom and searched for something else interesting. The garbage bin of the fast food restaurant caught its attention.

Finally, to Amy it had felt like hours, Lydia drove off the main road and into a quiet residential area. Amy hadn't dared to even risk looking at the clock with her other eye, she concentrated on just holding on. Her fingers were cramped and her eye hurt from the spray of breaking fluid that spilled every time Lydia agitated her brakes. It was likely only a question of time until this car would break down. 'Maybe she's gonna have a crash,' Amy thought, secretly hoping the worst for the terrier girl. She felt a slight bit of guilt for that wish, she didn't really wish her to die. But injured and in hospital, that certainly! For now however the car still did what it was supposed to. It drove them both to a cheap looking suburban house, then came to a stop on the driveway.

Lydia turned off the car and went inside. That was all Amy had wanted to know, this was where she'd find Jack and the cube. She dropped to the pavement and crawled forth to find out the street name and Lydia's house number. Her current form was so handy for infiltration...

...

It was again just after midnight, when the hideous two legged monster rustled through the bushes in a nearby front lawn, unseen by the few late night drivers coming home to their houses. Amy had once more waited until after nightfall, when she could risk leaving Jack's apartment and traverse through town without being spotted. That meant crouching through dark backyards and sneaking through deserted industrial areas, and in one case even through forest outside of town, while avoiding any other individuals who also tried not to be seen. Teenagers smoking weed, the homeless, and possibly a few shady criminals.

In her current form, running was swift and easy. She consisted of little more than legs made for running and a head to steer where to go. It was incredible how far she could leap like that. The detour that made her voyage an hour longer in order to avoid busy streets was likely more than made up by the fact she didn't have to hide five times in half a block and could keep up her pace for most of the way. She had used Jack's computer to find the route and memorized it well enough.

But now she had finally made it. The street, the car that her hand had ridden underneath, the bush her hand was hiding under, all in her sight. Of course she couldn't just walk in. The door was closed, and Lydia was hopefully asleep and was supposed to stay asleep.

Amy had stuck Jack's ear to her head, and even his pucker was stuck under her tail now, too, right next to her own. That way she left nothing behind. She had a plan, but for it to work she'd likely needed as much of both of her and Jack as she could get.

Talking to Jack hadn't worked anymore for most of the day. She assumed he had been with her ear on his head for too long already, she had still felt it faintly - until she had stuck his ear on her head in its place - but she hadn't been able to hear anything anymore. Likewise she had no idea if Jack still heard her, she could only hope he was still bound in there. There was no telling what Lydia had done with him all evening. But she knew Lydia hadn't left the house again, and the rest was easy to guess.

Amy picked up her hand from under the bush and looked around. There had to be a way in, and her "seeing hand" was just the perfect break-in tool. All she needed was a crack. Like - for example that kitchen window Lydia had left open. Amy grinned mischievously.

Less than a minute later she opened the door from the inside to let herself in. She picked up her hand once more, but this time she plucked her eye from between her fingers and put it back where it belonged, the same with her ear and then her hand itself. Now she was as whole as she could possibly get with what she had.

From the bedroom there was no noise at all. Amy opened the door as silently as she could, then snuck in. The door creaked a tiny bit, but after a few moments of intense silence she was convinced Lydia hadn't woken up. In the twilight she could make out Lydia's body on the bed. And Jack, who was again bound to the shelf. He wasn't sleeping; He had been looking at her since she came in, and a big happy grin had spread up to both his ears. But he kept his silence, even as Amy rushed to him and untied his bounds, then carried his helpless form slumped over herself. Only once they were in the kitchen and the door was closed he dared to open his mouth, but Amy didn't let him speak. Instead she brought her muzzle on his and gave him a long, desperate kiss.

Jack wriggled his arm stumps. He longed to embrace Amy and hug her, incomplete as she was, but he couldn't. "What now? What's the plan?" he whispered once Amy broke her kiss and gave him a longing glance in the eyes.

"We need to find the cube. Then solve it, and then it's payback time!"

Jack looked at his arm stumps, then at her. "But wouldn't we be stuck like this? How would we get back to normal?"

"We solve the cube again, then fix ourselves once we know where she put the rest of us. I've been thinking, when we put both of us together, we can use the cube to make both of us fixable at once, too. We count as one person then. I'm not trusting it to have such a fluke again, its not supposed to do that."

Jack had to think a bit. "As one person? What do you mean?"

"Like this!"

Amy plugged out Jack's useless arm and leg stumps and placed them aside. He had a questioning look on his face, but didn't object. Next, she sat down and pulled out her own legs, one by one and attached each to his hips. Then the same with her left arm. Now she was left just a hip with a head and a right arm, but at the same time she had gained control over all of Jack's limbs. Easily enough that she managed to separate her other arm, too, and stuck it to Jack's other shoulder. That left her being nothing more than a hip and a head on the kitchen floor.

"Ah, I see, you leave me like this overnight, and in the morning, I can move your arms and put up a fight..."

Amy put her finger on Jack's lips. "I'm not done yet. Here, you can have that back."

She lifted her remaining self by the hips and plucked Jack's butthole from under her tail, then slid it between his legs to apply it back where it belonged. Jack let out a suppressed moan. "Oh thanks, Amy, I forgot about that."

They both giggled. "Now watch this."

"Hey!" Jack protested as he felt Amy reach up with both her arms unto his head, and pulled. It didn't need much pulling, his neck stretched, and then came cleanly off his shoulders. "I still need that!" he complained, suddenly headless.

"I'm just making room," Amy answered giggling and pressed Jack's head back down. But not centered between his shoulders, quite a bit off center to the right. His flesh warped and fused, and eventually, as she kept squeezing, reluctantly accepted his neck in the wrong place.

Jack's expression lit up as he finally realized what she was doing. And rightfully so, Amy picked up herself once more, plucked her head from her waist, which was a weird sight to behold, then stuck herself on Jack's shoulders as well, right next to his own.

"I hope you don't mind sharing," she said giggling.

"What about the rest of us?" Jack asked.

Amy still held her hips in her hands and twisted them around. She could feel her fingers on her butt cheeks. But there was no way she could place that piece on their shared body whole without it becoming a hindrance. The same was true for the bits of arms and legs she had plucked off Jack. Too many pieces weren't useful. And without the pieces that only Lydia knew where she had dumped them, there was no way she could form two complete bodies. Like her entire upper torso.

"Can't be helped. Although there's one piece I don't want to leave behind." she told him with a smirk.

It was two pieces actually. One was her nipple, which she placed on Jack's left chest, on top of his own much smaller one. The other was her vulva. "We might be stuck like this for a while, might as well bring something to play," she said as she ripped her sex from her hip and attached it between Jack's legs instead. Right next to his own junk, which she gently pulled off to place it just a bit to the right, just as she had done with his head. Jack gasped and Amy felt a slight shiver go through his body. His cock twitched in her hands as she reattached it.

"That will be weird in the morning." he said with a longing smile.

"I'm curious too." she giggled, then went all business again "Do you have any idea where your ex put our cube?"

"I'm not sure. But in the past she always used to have all her precious crap in the bathroom closet, I'd start searching there."

His hunch was spot on. The next two hours, they sat in the kitchen and tried to solve the cube. Its pattern was intricate and difficult this time, much more difficult than the previous time Amy had to solve it. But then they were two minds that could come up with ways of solving it, too. "How about going left, right, then up, and left again?" Jack suggested a new pattern of twists.

She tried it, little progress, two pieces indeed aligned, but another one that had been correct already was now out of shape again. Amy grumbled. "We need to get this fixed before Lydia wakes up."

Jack yawned. Although he slowly started feeling Amy's arms and legs, it was still her who was in control of them. It was weird having one's body controlled by someone else. Amy in turn slowly started feeling his torso in between her limbs and her head, which made her feel much more at ease and natural than before - less detached. Slowly they made progress with the cube. At some point - it must have been close to four in the night - Jack's head slumped against her's. He had fallen asleep.

The final twist came as a surprise. Turning the cube was suddenly harder than normal, and it felt like winding up a spring, and then suddenly it made 'click' and all the remaining symbols aligned at once. Her body felt not much different, but just to make sure she tried to pull her nose off. It made her wanna sneeze, but it didn't move.

"Jack... Jack, wake up, we got it!"

Silently, as silent as the two headed dual-gendered deer could possibly be, they tiphooved into Lydia's bedroom. The terrier bitch was still on her bed, snoring. Her blanket was thrown away on the floor, and she seemed to be dreaming. Her legs twitched every now and then, as if she was trying to kick someone in her sleep.

Amy made a careful step closer, the cube in her hand. She grabbed it with both hands now, twisted it, and when it sprung to life, silently but quickly placed it right between Lydia's legs. Then they hushed out of the room, again as silently as they could, and closed the door behind them

"What now?" Jack whispered, right next to Amy's ear.

"We wait. Out here," she suggested. After all the cube was supposed to bind to Lydia and not to them again, so a bit of distance couldn't hurt.

For a long time nothing happened. Amy already felt fear that the cube wouldn't work on Lydia at all, when finally a slight blue gimmer shone from under the door and through the keyhole.

A grunting noise could be heard, then a growl. "What the fuck? Jack? Hey! No! Fucking thing, No!!!!"

Amy opened the door. She had to have a look! The cube was now in the air, floating above Lydia. Lydia had crawled away from it against the bedroom wall and stared at it with wide open eyes. It seemed to float closer to her. She panicked and slashed out for the floating cube. She hit it and it hovered away but came floating back. This time she grabbed it and threw it, as hard as she could, as far away as she could! The tin cube crashed hard and with a metal clatter into the corner of the room. A blue spark flickered where it landed, and the glow of the cube suddenly went away, casting the room into darkness.

Lydia growled. "Jack, you bastard, what did you try to do there?"

Amy was tempted to make a step back out of the room. This wasn't good! Did she break the cube?

Suddenly the room was suddenly illuminated again. The cube sparkled once more, glowing, then it arced. Amy could clearly see now, that It was dented and deformed and some of its tiles that used to show the rearranging symbols had clipped off a corner. Between the bits, arcs of blueish energy went back and forth as if an electric circuit was shorting.

"What the fuck?" Lydia looked from the two-headed deer creature, to the sparkling cube and back, disbelief and fear in her eyes. "No, it's not gonna..."

Then the cube burst apart with a blue flash, sending tin bits over the floor.

And so did Lydia.

Whatever she had wanted to say, the cloud of furry bits that rained all over her bed and floor would never complete that sentence. She hadn't just lost her limbs, like Amy or Jack had earlier, she was literally blown to pieces. And few of them were bigger than fist size. Some of them rolled around, or dropped to the floor. Others bounced of the wall or were even thrown all the way up to the ceiling before they fell back down on the bed, the shelves and the floor, everywhere. Where Lydia had been was now only a dispersed mess of furry debris. Then it was dark again.

"Oh crap!" Jack expressed.

Amy reached for the light switch to see the full extend of what had happened.


Chapter 11: Collecting the pieces
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"Uncle Joe?"

Amy held the telephone to her ear. Jack could feel her holding it, he was pretty sure if he wanted to he could have dropped the phone or hung up. They shared control over the same body after all.

"Yes, it's me Amy. Yeah, I'm fine. Mostly that is..."

Jack heard the concerned voice on the other end of the line but he couldn't understand the words Amy's uncle spoke on the other end..

"Yeah, funny that you should ask that, yes we had some..." she was interrupted.

"It fell apart. It's completely in pieces." Amy admitted with her eyes cast to the floor, although it was not like her uncle could see that gesture.

"No, I'm whole, well... mostly. It wasn't connected to me at that point, but I hoped you knew if it can be repaired."

"Yes, please, that would be great, I'll send you the address. Do you have something to write?"

Amy gave him the address of Lydia's place, then gave him a brief but embarrassing summary of what had happened. She left out a few details, much to Jack's relief, and mostly blamed Lydia and her webcam spying for everything. Amy blushed deeply as she talked. She tried hard to avoid mentioning the fact that she had shown Jack the cube and what it could do in the first place.

Uncle Joe had mentioned repeatedly that she wasn't supposed to include anyone in that secret. Then again Lydia had found out by spying on both of them, so that wasn't technically her fault, was it? But then how would she explain their shared body later?

Originally she had wanted to overcome Lydia by taking her apart, then force her to reveal where she had put Amy's missing pieces. Then reassemble Lydia, or just leave her, and use the cube again on themselves to fix the damage Lydia's actions had caused. But now the cube was in fragments and she had no clue if they could ever be reassembled, or how.

Lydia was even worse off. Amy and Jack had collected the terrier together as good as they could. They had searched all the pieces that had spread out across her bedroom into a large plastic wastebasket. Some of the pieces had wriggled or twitched on their own, so it was obvious that Lydia was still alive, and maybe conscious, but there was no face to talk to. They couldn't even tell for sure which of the odd-shaped bits had been part of her head or her face. Lydia had become like a living one thousand piece 3d-puzzle, and neither Amy nor Jack had had the nerve to try and reassemble her. Not that one would have been able to do anything without the other, considering they currently had one shared body with two heads.

"Ok, Joe said to make sure we have all bits of both the cube and Lydia. If there's nothing missing he might be able to do something, but it's gonna take him at least till afternoon to get here." Amy summarized the phone call.

"So what do we do now?" Jack asked, sounding defeated. They were sitting on Lydia's bed, Lydia's bucket in front of them. The pieces of the cube were gathered on the table.

Amy turned her head to face Jack's, right next to her on their shared bodies shoulders. "Well he said not to touch the cube until he's there. Wanna try to solve your Ex-puzzle?"

They both glanced at the bucket full of furry bits. There was no way of telling if the terrier could still hear them. Although both Amy and Jack had been dispersed before, never to such a degree. Imagining how it must feel was - intriguing. But nothing Amy wanted to feel for herself.

"Naaah, not really." Jack answered as he turned towards her, his muzzle right next to hers.

For a second they looked into each other's faces. Jack was still 'wearing' Amy's antlers, while she looked like an ordinary doe, having none. They looked good on him though, she had to admit. She opened her muzzle slightly and met his. Their tongues started exploring each other's muzzles and they both closed their eyes. Amy lifted her left arm, then gently embraced Jacks head from behind and pressed him closer into their kiss. At the same time they felt their right hand in her neck as Jack did the same. It was wonderful. They both felt the same, everywhere and they both shared each other's motions. And both their sexes responded to their emotions at the same time, too. Each of them felt this slightly embarrassing, exciting, twitching sensation as his cock sprung to life. Each of them felt the pleasant and similar warmth that spread from her vulva as her labia puffed up and her nethers filled with moisture.

"Wow." Jack said, as he stared down at his emerging stag penis. Amy followed his gaze with a shy smile. She bit her lips in excitement, and directed her, no *their* left hand to her chest to gently play with her single female nipple. She would have preferred if she had had all of her breast, but the last time she had seen her boob was inside a plastic bag that Jack's ex now had dumped somewhere unknown. It didn't matter for the moment. Jack inhaled audibly as he felt their fingers on their nipple.

"We might be stuck like this," Amy said with a slight bitterness, eyeing that twitching cock of theirs. Would she mind? She wasn't sure, It felt so nice...

"If your uncle can't fix the cube..." Jack answered but didn't finish the sentence. Instead he reached down to take his cock into their right hand. Amy could feel the sensation on both their shared hand and the erect stag cock, and opened her muzzle for a shivering gasp.

"I guess we could live like this, for a while. We'd have to take the same lectures though," Jack added, biting his lips.

Amy closed her eyes once more as she felt Jack's slow strokes on his cock and sucked in air, audibly. She couldn't even tell for sure if it was her who was stroking his erect cock, or if it was him who was doing the movement. It was the same hand, the same muscles. It felt the same and she felt like she could have stopped it at any time, but it felt so good. They were so... close!

"We..." she stopped to take a deep shivering breath. She had had no idea these slow strokes would feel so good on him. "...we'd need to find an explanation how we ended up in the same body. We can't tell them the truth."

Amy clenched their hand around that shaft tighter and squeezed their cock as they both continued the gentle strokes. Jack increased the pace and a grunt escaped his throat.

Amy's left hand had played with her nipple, but on Jack's muscular chest it was just not the same. Instead she now reached down between their legs and touched her own urging sex. The very moment he felt their left hand on her clit, Jack let out a moan, and paced his strokes with increased gusto. His voice was joined by Amy's much brighter melodic moan as she, too started rubbing her clit, spreading slippery moisture over her sensitive flesh and between her labia.

The orgasm that suddenly rocked them both came as a surprise to them. Without any warning, sudden joined waves of pleasure erupted from their loins and rocked over them. Male and female climax combined, Amy and Jack arched back, together and dropped down on Lydia's bed, just as the muscles in Jack's loins tensed and propelled a sizeable squirt of cum, both out of his cock and out of Amy's vagina. Her juices were a lot lighter, almost like water, his a thick white, but both squirted out the same and made stains on Lydia's blankets. But it didn't just end there, Amy's orgasm had just begun and they both rode it out.

Bleating, Amy rolled her eyes back and let wave after wave of shivering pleasure wash over her, until it finally ended in a final, weak shudder.

Jack's knuckles were almost white from holding on to his cock as for dear life. He, too took a while to catch his breath.

"Wow!" was all he said.

Amy took a few deep breaths, as she rode out the last lingering shivers through their shared body. Then her head turned towards his and she smirked.

"Not bad for round one, huh? Let me show you something!"

"Round 'one'?" Jack asked surprised. He already noticed how his left hand crept down over his belly and back between their legs. Their fingers slid over Amy's tingling agitated clit, but went further beyond, between her wet swollen folds. Another gasp escaped him at the sensation, and his cock, already in the process of shrinking and deflating, made a sudden excited twitch again.

"I'll show you something nice, enjoy the ride." she whispered in his ear and gave him a gentle nibble on its ear tip. He closed his eyes to those sensations, and just a moment later he felt her longest finger squeeze in between her labia, as it forced itself into the tight sensitive tunnel inside them.

...

By the time of early afternoon, and several exhaustive 'rounds' later, Jack and Amy finally had gone to work. The had emptied the bucket of Lydia and had began sorting the pieces. Most of them they had little to no clue what to do with. It was all different shades of beige fur. Some of the pieces had stuck together in the bucket, but not in their natural shape or order and they had to pluck them back apart. A few had features they could recognize. Digits of a finger, half a toe, a piece of tail. A black lip, that could have been from her face, or possibly from another, moister place. All those bits they put aside, as they were easier to distinguish.

At some point the phone had rung. They had ignored it until the answering machine took it and the voice of the tiger who was Lydia's boss had announced that, if she wouldn't be there in ten minutes from now, she could consider herself fired. There was no visible reaction or twitch from the pile of Lydia, maybe she hadn't heard it, maybe she didn't care.

When there was a knock on the door, Jack and Amy jumped up. In a second they had crossed the distance to look out the window. How they instinctively managed to do the same thing at the same time without having to discuss it first was a mystery to both, but through their body they seemed to somehow just know, to feel, what sort of movement the other wanted to make, even before it happened.

Uncle Joe's pickup was parked in the driveway, and the adult stag stood in front of the door. Jack hesitated, it was Amy's initiative to reach for the door knob and she opened it.

"Uncle Joe!!!" she was so glad to see him.

Uncle Joe studied the creature in front of him with a weak smile.

"You are Jack?" he asked the stag face underneath Amy's antlers. Jack nodded.

"Let's go inside. I hope no one saw you like this."

Inside his first glance fell on the pile of Lydia on the floor. He scratched his head, then followed Amy and Jack to the bedroom where the cube's debris were arranged. He stared at them for a while.

"Can it be repaired?" Jack asked.

"Its just mechanical damage. Of course it *can* be repaired." he answered cryptically.

"Can you repair it Uncle Joe? We don't want to be stuck like this."

Uncle Joe sighed. "You'd deserve to be stuck like that." he said, but when they both gave him puppy eyes, he continued "I guess people would ask too many questions, though. I don't know, I'll get some tools and treat it as if it were just a broken tin toy. That worked before, maybe it works again. Until then you two go and fix that dog over there. At least get her face back together so she can speak. Make sure you got her tongue, those pieces should be squishy and red. Doesn't matter if a few pieces of lips are improvised and her eyes are one above the other, she can fix that herself later, but find her throat. It must be split apart, otherwise you'd hear breathing and moaning from her. I bet the girl is pretty uncomfortable right now. Serves her right!"

"Yes sir!" Jack answered, visibly relieved that the stag didn't leave them stuck. He and Amy went to do as ordered.

The pile of Lydia however didn't seem any more manageable. But at least they had a plan now.

"How can we even find her throat? It's all just bits of beige fur." Amy threw another identically looking bit back into the pile, while Jack seemed to be in thoughts.

"Search for a white spot." Jack suggested. "Lydia had this white spot on the front of her neck. Her belly fur is also lighter, but that's the only white spot with beige all around it I think."

Once Jack had found one of Lydia's eyes and stuck it the sculpture that was to become her new face, things turned creepy. The eye kept following them around and glaring in a accusing way until Amy had enough. "Stop staring at me!"

She plucked it back out and placed it under another piece of beige fur.

"That's it!" Jack's sudden shout was almost too loud in Amy's closest ear. He pointed right at the very piece she had just used as eye cover. It was indeed beige with a white bit on one corner. "That must be from her neck. It feels like from her neck too." he added as Amy took it up again and twisted it, which he of course felt in their shared fingers.

Half an hour later, Uncle Joe came from the bedroom, looking tired. He had a beer can in his hand. "How's it going?"

"I think we found most of the important bits, we're just having problems bringing it together." Jack gave report.

"Let me see." The stag knelt down next to them and picked up what was going to be Lydia's head.

"Do you have some piece of ear yet?" he asked.

Amy showed him a thin furry piece with a tip on it. "No, not the tip, We need the base. Here, this one." her uncle answered and picked a seemingly random piece from the large pile of Lydia bits, then placed it on top of Lydia's head. It twitched. He then took two pieces of Lydia's neck that they had found and pressed them together against the underside of the crooked makeshift snout that Amy and Jack had so far constructed. Indeed, the pieces merged together, and to Amy and Jack's surprise a sudden, ragged, wheezing sound came out of the crooked, mostly toothless dog mouth. A desperate breath, as if someone hadn't been able to get air for, well, it had been around 8 hours since Lydia had fallen apart.

After a number more desperate, deep, shivering breaths, Lydia's breathing calmed. And then they heard her voice, although it sounded off, a groaning unarticulated sound, like a long whine.

"She wants to speak, where's her tongue?" Uncle Joe asked in a commanding voice.

The incompletely assembled wet and red slippery thing twitched and flexed like a worm. Joe grabbed it without a second thought and stuck it, base first, deep into Lydia's throat.

He also placed her eye on top of her muzzle. Amy and Jack hadn't managed to find her eye socket yet, but she apparently could see like that quite fine.

"Well done." he said to Amy and Jack, even though it felt a bit like he had done all the important work in the last half minute. Then he focused on the one-eyed monster head.

"Lydia, can you hear us?"

Lydia's eye dashed back and forth, then focused on Joe. Parts of her face flexed, but it was impossible to read a facial expression from that. It was just too incomplete. Then she tried to articulate words.

"uuuugh"     "foooo..."     "fuuuhk youuuuu"

It took her three attempts until the three deer managed to decipher the two words she had to say.

Uncle Joe gave her a disappointed, disapproving frown. "I'm sorry my lady, I think it's quite possibly you who is properly fucked here. I came to understand that you have misplaced certain pieces of my niece somewhere. Maybe you'd like to enlighten us where you put them?"

He was overly polite. With a dangerous undertone that Amy didn't like at all, it sent shivers down her spine. Well, down Jack's spine to be completely accurate.

Lydia flexed her tongue and her mouth a few times before she answered.

"Whhha"  "Whay... "   "Why the fuuhk should I tell you... now!?  How about...  you put me back together... first."

Jack glared at her, he was about to say something. He opened his mouth for speech, but Amy held his breath back and the words never left his throat. He shared a glance with her and she shook her head almost unnoticably. Amy trusted Uncle Joe to deal with this.

Lydia's one eye hadn't noticed the exchange. By the time she glanced over at them, Jack had gone back to just glaring at her.

"You misunderstand the situation you are in," Amy's uncle explained, patiently, as if he was speaking to a child that needed to be told how to correctly bind it's shoes.

"Let me show you something." He placed Lydia's head on the table, then went out of the room for a few second. Amy and Jack's heads turned after him, curious what he would get.

Her came back with the cube. And it was whole!

No, just almost whole. One corner piece was missing, at the top.

"As you might guess, Lydia, this is the device that made you like you are now, when you broke it. I worked all day to do some makeshift repairs, but it's not stable. We can use it only once. When I put this piece back in its place, for one single time It will turn your flesh back to normal. But it won't put you back together - you would have to stay like you are then, for the rest of your miserable life. Now, you can decide to help us, then in turn we might help you put yourself together first. Or you could say 'Fuck you' again, and then I stick this very piece in right now, and you are stuck like this. Do you understand?"

Lydia glared at him. At least that's what the face expression looked like.

Jack threw a desperate look at Amy. If the cube would work only one time, then how could they go back to normal? Amy gave no response, she just looked at Joe and Lydia, wondering how the terrier would react.

Uncle Joe held the missing corner a little bit closer to the rest of the cube. His expression did not look like he was bluffing. Lydia must have come to the same conclusion. "Fine! I threw them off the bridge!" she spurted out.

Amy's uncle held his hands where they were and looked at her like with a pleased smile. "Which bridge?"

She told him. Reluctantly, he had to drag out every single detail out of her, but soon enough Amy had a reasonably decent idea where she could find the rest of herself. In a dry levy underneath a highway overpass, about halfway between Lydia's place and the old paper mill where the rest of her had been dumped. Jack nodded, to him that sounded quite plausible, just like something he could totally see Lydia do.

"See? that wasn't so hard, was it?" Joe asked the terrier with a friendly, almost forgiving smile, as if he was about to pet her on her makeshift doggy head. Instead he plucked the corner of the cube back into the rest of it. It made a clicking sound, and it stuck where it belonged.

"You fucking bastard!" Lydia's head screamed, staring with wide open eye.

"Ooops, guess I must have lied about the cube." Uncle Joe grinned. Then he held the device in front of Amy and Jack, but looked at Amy as he spoke. "Use it, make yourself presentable so you can go outside without raising suspicion, then check that levy. You know how to drive my pickup, right?"

"I think so." Amy answered. She had never driven a car that huge. Her mom's car, yes, but that was a lot smaller.

"Don't ruin the clutch. I'll have a nice long talk with your boyfriend and miss in-pieces here until you are back. Make sure you got everything."

Amy nodded and they took the cube and went back to the other room, leaving Joe alone with Lydia. They could hear her swear, but Uncle Joe didn't seem to mind being insulted by a head on a pile and started to throw her pieces back into the bucket despite her protests.

Amy twisted the cube. It seemed to work perfectly, there was the usual sensation of a spring getting unwound on the first movement, and the symbols realigned. Almost immediately it glowed blue, and both Amy and Jack felt a tingling in their body. Soon after, Amy managed to pull of a finger on her left hand and stuck it back. From the other room, they could still hear Joe and Lydia's discussion. Apparently he made her tell her variant of the story. She didn't sound happy and it seemed like his patience was being tested.

"I'm just gonna leave your head here, right? Then you can talk to Uncle Joe until I'm back." Amy suggested. Jack nodded. He wasn't particularly keen on staying behind and talking with Joe. Amy's uncle was - scary. Yet Jack fondled for his own neck, then pulled himself off their shared shoulders. Amy helped him place himself on the bed, then rearranged her own head to a more center position. He could still feel all of their joined body, and move it too. But without his sense of balance on top he doubted he'd have managed to stand, or even walk, without Amy taking over.

"Please hold still while I'm driving, OK? I'm not used to manual gear," she asked him.

Jack nodded, which looked weird. His head remained almost motionless, only his neck twitched. "Yeah, no problem."

It felt strange when he spoke. His voice came from his head, but he still shared Amy's breath and she felt herself exhale without any air coming out her own mouth and nose. It was weird.

Amy had to put on some clothes. She couldn't really go out on the street like she was, naked and equipped with both types of privates. That wouldn't do. Lydia's clothes however were at least roughly her size. Or actually Jack's size. Close enough anyway. She didn't bother with undies, but she pulled on jeans and a shirt which she found in a drawer.

Then she took the cube, still scrambled, in one hand, and Jack's head under her other arm, and went back to her uncle.

"Place them on the table, I'm almost done here," Joe said with barely a glance at her. He was still sorting Lydia bits into the bucket. It seemed like he had some method in the order he placed her in. The bucket was about half full. "The car keys are in my jacket."

Lydia just glared at Amy with her one eye but didn't say anything now.

...

Twenty minutes later, Amy parked the pickup on the side of the highway and turned the engine off. Driving like this hadn't been too hard. But she knew that Jack somehow had helped her shift the gears. After a few embarrassing first attempts had ended in audible scratch noises she was sure had made Uncle Joe cringe. But then the coordination of clutch and gear-handle suddenly worked almost like magic. Jack was driving a manual gear, so it was only likely that he had been subtly helping her. He felt everything she did after all.

On the other hand, it was quite unsettling when he spoke to Uncle Joe. She could feel him operate her lungs to speak, she could even sort of still feel his neck move and feel the vibrations in his throat even though his neck was no longer on her shoulders. Yet she couldn't hear what he said.

Amy left the car and went down to the levy. Fallen tree branches, old car tires and other junk had accumulated under the overpass, jammed against the bridge supports during the last flood. She had to climb over some of them in the slightly muddy bed to get to the other side. And there, it was. She instantly recognized Jack's sports bag, still in the same place on the bank of the levy where it must have landed. Dimly Amy remembered the sensation of the impact and apparently it hadn't moved since.

As she got closer, a rat squeaked and ran away from behind the bag and towards a crack in the bridge foundation. A cold fear suddenly overcame Amy. She hadn't felt her torso in over a day. And since she used the cube last night, it would no longer have been protected from harm, just a big junk of deer meat, laying in a plastic bag under a bridge. What if the rats had gotten to it and started eating? They could have gnawed her down to a skeleton and she wouldn't even have felt it!

She opened the sports bags zipper, fearing the worst. Dim light fell in from a hole in the back, where the rats seemed to have dug a hole in the plastic. Inside she saw the translucent garbage bag and inside her own brown fur.

Hastily, Amy ripped the plastic open, then pulled her chest out. If felt like an object. Like the torso of a doll or a mannequin. She had zero sensation on it, and to her hands it felt - lifeless. There was no breath, no heartbeat. Carefully, and with shivers in her hands, she inspected the torso from all sides. To her big relief, there was no injury. No damage, no hole. Although there was no natural orifice either, the bottom was fur covered and so was the part between her collarbones where a neck should have been. There were no breasts, no nipples. But there was still something else in the plastic bag.

Gently she placed her bust on the ground, then took the squishy furry blob from the bag that she now recognized as one of her breasts. It too was unharmed. It had no nipple, and even after she turned it around a few times she still didn't know if it was her left or her right boob. Those too felt like squishy lumps with no sensation whatsoever. She tried to place one of them on the chest of her torso, but nothing happened. It didn't stick, it just got squashed flat, flexible as it was.

Amy didn't really know what to do. Of course she could have just packed everything back into the sports bag and brought it back, but this lifeless feeling of her bits was unsettling. It creeped her out, and maybe it turned her on a bit. She wasn't exactly sure about that yet.

A quick glance confirmed that she couldn't possibly be seen from the cars occasionally passing over the levy. She took off her shirt, then held her boob against Jack's shared chest. Again It felt like the touch of a foreign object, not unlike it felt against her fingers.

'Please, stick, or I don't know what else I could do...' she thought, and pressed it tighter, almost desperate.

And then, reluctantly, her flesh finally warped and incorporated this foreign piece of furry meat. There was still no sensation in it, at first, but now it was part of her again, at least physically. The sensation would come back, so she hoped.

Eagerly, Amy peeled off her nipple that still covered Jack's on her left side. There she attached her second boob. But she still wasn't sure if she had them the right way around. The fur pattern didn't fit Jack's chest either way, her hairs were slightly softer and her fur a bit lighter. But with her nipple on top of it, now at least it looked like a breast was supposed to look again.

She sat herself down on the concrete bank and kept touching her breasts, desperate to feel something, anything.

And then, finally, ever so slowly, her sensation did come back. As if her breasts were warming up to her, the flesh came awake, tingling, like a limb that had fallen asleep, when your skin feels like crawling ants. But there it was! And it was hers, and she had it back! She could have cried with tears of joy as she kept fondling herself, and promptly Jack's member sprung to life in her pants.

Had he felt that too, or was it her own arousal that made it respond?

Amy's glance fell back on her own torso, still motionless and lifeless on the floor. She just had to try. Right here and now!

First she plucked off her breasts again, those that she had just now brought back to life. Then she squeezed them against her own chest.

Again, that warping effect as the flesh fused seemed a bit reluctant, but this time it finally worked. Her breasts fit in their natural position, and although one was still missing its nipple, she could now tell which way they belonged.

Next... next was her hip. Well, Jack's hip, for now. Laying down on her back on the floor Amy pressed her hands into their hips and wriggled and pushed. She flexed and arched her back, until finally she felt that squeezing, pulling sensation of her own flesh oozing apart. And then *pop* she was separated at the waist. She rearranged Jack's hips, placed one hand between their legs, and one around the shoulders of her torso next to herself then pressed them together tightly. Once again she felt the fusing sensation and the pieces connected.

But still there were no sensations in her own chest.

"OK, lets see... " she whispered, just carrying on. Next was her left arm. She plucked it out of Jack's shoulder and into the matching socket of her own. She felt the arm, she could move it, but the shoulder itself she felt not. She grabbed her right arm with her hand and yanked and reached across her chest to plug it in her other shoulder.

Now only her head was left to be moved. Amy hesitated a bit, then she pulled Jack's torso on top of herself and wrapped her hands around her neck and pulled. A weird sensation, it tickled a bit as her neck oozed free, just to be pressed down on her own shoulders where she let it fuse.

Amy took a deep breath, and felt for her heartbeat. But her chest didn't move, it was Jack's chest on top of her that heaved with her breath, and his heart that beat.

"This is weird," she mumbled.

Moving Jack's torso aside, she placed her hand between her own breasts and felt for a heartbeat, anything. There was nothing. This was slightly unsettling. Was her own chest dead? Would she be, too, the moment it came back to her? Could she quickly switch over and keep using Jack's or would she suddenly fall unconscious? Nagging doubts crept in her head.

But before she could second guess her decision, the weird tingling sensation started once more. It crept around her back and through her belly, and soon the sensations from Jack's chest got overlayed with the new ones from her own. It came back to life! Suddenly there was a faint heaving, air entered her lungs, in sync with Jack's breathing. And then her fingertips picked up a weak rhythm inside her chest. It hadn't been dead, she realized, it had just been dormant, waiting for her to come back to her own body!

Amy took a deep breath and filled her lungs with the fresh air.

After a while of just laying there, happily, she picked up Jack's chest once more, now separate and isolated like her own had been a few minutes ago. Weirdly enough she still felt her touch on Jack's chest as well. She now had the same body part twice, an odd sensation. Amy assumed it would stop soon. Already the sensations in her own chest were more pronounced than those in Jack's, in a few minutes or maybe hours, he'd be alone in there again.

She placed his torso in the sports bag and closed the zipper. Then she dressed herself again in Lydia's borrowed clothes. It was time to move back and reassemble herself. And Jack. They'd finally be complete again!

Well, almost...

But now there were so many things they could do!

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Chapter 12: Epilogue
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Jack held his hands together and winced, as Amy placed her hoof in his palms and reached up for the tree branch. She wasn't too heavy, but her hoof was sharp. Luckily she also had quite strong arms and had no problems to pull herself all the way up into the tree.

The magpie screamed and cawed, flew circles around the tree and repeatedly went into dives and attacks at both Amy and Jack. Luckily they managed to scare the bird off every time by waving their arms, or on case of Amy, kicking her legs at the bird that was darting around and under her branch. 'Please don't let my arms or legs come off now, that'd be so embarrassing,' she thought. Although it would likely have been OK, Jack was there to catch her and put her back together before anyone would see.

Amy pulled herself on top of the branch she held on to, then crawled further out towards the black birds-nest made from little twigs. The magpie flew around and screamed, and so apparently did its partner. There were two of them now. Amy simply ignored them and reached out. Carefully she shifted one of the eggs, and there indeed, right next to some glittery shiny silver paper and a brass key, she spotted her nipple! Safe, and whole, it had just been used as padding for the nest all the time. A sigh of relief escaped her lips.

From the eggs she could hear faint chirps, the little ones must be close to hatching. Quickly she snatched the nipple and reached under her shirt to attach it back where it belonged. She couldn't feel it yet, but she knew now, it would only be a matter of time.

"Hey you! Did the bloody bird steal something from you too? Or are you after the eggs? You better don't damage any of those eggs, or I'm gonna call the police!"

It was the old wolf lady from the apartment block. She had opened her window and yelled over, watching Amy and Jack.

"It's OK Mrs. Sterling, it's just me from 4th floor!" Jack yelled up to her, trying to outyell the screaming magpies. "The bird stole something from my girlfriend."

Amy blushed, if the lady would have any idea how literally true that sentence had been.

"It does that all the time. Say, can you see my key anywhere in there? I think the magpie got it, I can't find it anywhere!"

"Sure, Mrs. Sterling, no problem!"

Amy picked up the key and held it up so the wolf could see it. The face of the old wolf beamed with joy. "Oh, you are so nice kids, thank you so much. I could never have climbed up there anymore. In the old days I went up trees like that all the time, but you know, my bad hip."

Amy threw the key down for Jack to catch, then climbed back down herself. As soon as she had left the branch the birds descended back on their own nest and kept yelling at the intruders from there. Amy had the impression the magpies were just happy no eggs were missing. There were no more attacks on them.

"Thats it, isn't it? You're complete again!" Jack smiled, as he helped Amy down the tree.

Amy gave him a little kiss, and grinned at him. "Almost. You're still wearing my antlers, remember? I want those back!"

***

"But I don't have hands, how could I possibly do that?!" Lydia wailed her complaint at the stag who stood over her.

"You have that great canine lapping tongue of yours, don't you? That should be enough. And a nose, and two eyes, too. That's more than yesterday. Besides my bathroom is not that dirty, it's only the sink and the shower. If they are spotless I'll give you ten more pieces from your bucket. Who knows, maybe you're lucky and your palm is among them, then you can finally put your hand back together. Either way, tomorrow you clean the toilet bowl with whatever you have. And the day after, the kitchen."

"But..." Lydia bit her lips. Lips that she now had since she had finally found them the other day.

"No buts," Joe answered. "You work for me now. If you are complete by the end of summer, maybe you can apply for a job in town, but as long as you get your food and money and a place to sleep from me, I decide what work you do!"

Lydia frowned, but there was nothing she could do if she wanted to progress. Eventually she gave up. "If I make it really clean, can I at least have my clit back? I found it fair and square!"

Joe laughed. "If it's spotless! Then maybe. But only if you search for *useful* pieces tonight. If you keep searching only for bits that bring you pleasure, I'm gonna make you Lydia gulash for lunch again."

He left her there with the memory how it felt to have pieces of herself fed to her. He also left her with a bucket of warm water and a rag - although she couldn't really use those except to wash out her mouth with.

On the way down the stairs Uncle Joe smiled. The girl made surprising progress. If she kept developing like that, maybe there were some rewards he could give her that, offering to Amy in a similar situation had simply been out of question. He smirked. No matter how much Amy had secretly longed for that, he was her uncle after all, and he had his principles. And after all, that Jack guy was quite alright for her, at least after he had talked some sense into him.

Joe figured, at some point he'd have to teach those kids a few more secrets about how that cube he had given them worked, but they weren't ready for that yet. His eyes went back to the almost identical but much shinier toy on his table. It's shape was already complete, with fine, delicate reliefs on each of its tiles, but it was still missing paint on some of them. Next to it waited an old fine brush and a little stone bowl with yellow and red lead paint. So much work to do...



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