========================================= Put together ========================================= Chapter 9: Catching up ========================================= 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 ========================================= 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.