========================================= Put together ========================================= Chapter 1: A new game ========================================= "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 ========================================= 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...