========================================= Put together ========================================= Chapter 3: Invited to share ========================================= 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 ========================================= 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..."