WARNING: The following story is made for fans of natural body magic/ detachment/ disassembling people non-lethally. If you are not a member of that community, I strongly advise that you turn back now. Things will get freaky.
SECOND WARNING: The following story is my first furry story. All my content so far has been exclusively humans, so I thought I might as well include this warning.
This story is my half of an art trade with One "FrostyNoel", and is a sequel to her story "Aphelia's Test". It's not necessarily Necessary to read that story first, but it would probably be helpful. Will I ever write another furry story? Probably, but it won't be until June and after that who knows? It's not like I'm opposed to the idea I just like humans more than anthros. Anyway, story. Here.
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"You are certain there will be no intruders?" Aphelia asked, scowling as Asani locked the tinted glass doors behind them. "What I intend to teach is a sacred art, passed from warrior to warrior and refined for centuries through our noble line. It is not some brutish piece of gladiatorial theater to entertain passing peasantry."
"For the millionth time, there's no 'peasantry' any more." Asani said, rolling her eyes as she stuffed the borrowed key into her pocket. Well, 'borrowed' in the sense that her boss never explicitely asked her to return it when she quit working here to join her wife's bakery. "And this is where you challenged me the first time, remember? Why'd it be any worse for sparring now?"
"Tch!" Aphelia scoffed, folding her muscular, paper white arms over her charcoal gray midriff as she scanned the gym, specifically its boxing ring. "That was but fisticuffs! A peas-uh, a commoner's sport. If you can't see the difference between the artistry of swordsmanship and mere pugilism, perhaps you are not as worthy of tutelage as I had believed."
"Maybe they didn't teach you this in time traveller school, but the Empire you served hasn't existed for like five hundred years and your lord is long since dead. I think that makes you as much a commoner as anyone." Asani replied. Her mentor scowled, her face contorting with a disapproval usually reserved for masters reconsidering their choice of students. Asani uncomfortably scratched the back of her slick blue neck and changed tact. "Uh, anyways, I already proved my worthiness! Left you in a thousand pieces, I totally owned you!"
"I am no one's slave!" Aphelia huffed, recoiling.
"Ugh, it's slang! Remember? Some things mean different things now! Language changes!" Asani groaned, her broad shoulders slumping and her sharp toothed shark mouth going slack.
A puff of brackish smoke flared from the dragon's nostrils, and her rolling eyes caught sight of the ceiling fan Asani had humiliated her with. "Worthy or not, I suppose there is a debt to repay."
"Yeah!" Asani said, easing up. "Wait, what?"
Aphelia wordlessly strode to the ring and leapt over the ropes into its center with one hop, setting down her suspiciously long gym bag and turning to face her apprentice to be. While Asani was significantly more muscluar than her master and half a foot taller, the shark simply couldn't replicate the high-flying natural acrobatics of a dragon. In a much less graceful display, Asani clambered beneath the bottom rope, her ample bottom and thick shark tail getting caught and producing a loud "Twang!" as she yanked herself past. Scrambling to her feet, Asani saw Aphelia crack a smile as she turned and casually unzipped her bag, withdrawing two swords. One was a ridiculously thick double edged monstrosity, nearly as tall as the 5'2" dragon herself, and featuring a fist sized ruby embedded in its guard and a comparatively tame gemstone the size of an eyeball set into the pommel. This was Aphelia's legendary sword, who's proper name was two full paragraphs.
Asani's sword was a modern make, designed for practicality and a modest budget, featuring a shorter and thinner blade, square hand guard, and a single edge. Asani had little time to appreciate the finer differences between the weapons however, as the blond dragon said "Catch." a split second before throwing Asani's sword at her like a vertically spinning buzz saw. It sliced straight through her right shoulder, bounced off the ropes of the ring, and sliced through her left shoulder from behind, sending both of Asani's arms toppling to the ground before she could react.
"Do we future commoners not play catch?" Aphelia rhetorically asked, easily catching the spinning blade out of the air.
"I wasn't ready! We hadn't even started!" Asani complained, blushing as her arms flopped uselessly along the ground like a pair of excessively-muscular worms.
Aphelia shook her head. "The first rule of sword fighting, and most lesser forms of combat, even, is you must always be ready."
"Whatever." Asani said, getting down on her knees and pressing her chest and chin to the floor. "Could you at least let me get my arms back before we continue? Because this 'training' won't teach me much if you don't let me play."
Aphelia sighed but complied, resting a sword each on her slimmer shoulders as she watched Asani struggle to reassemble her broader ones. Concentrating on her right arm as hard as she could, Asani was able to will it back under her control, the wayward limb snapping to attention and pushing its way back towards her as its partner continued to flail, mindless. Mostly to pass time, Aphelia asked "So... you say that everyone in this new age is unharmed by dismemberment?"
"Just about." Asani grunted, contorting her torso and pressing her stumps together. With a light sucking sound the arm reattached, and Asani sprung to her feet to chase down her other arm, which had blindly crawled its way over to the edge of the ring. "Like, I've met a few people who can't, but they're a tiny minority. Just about everyone these days can't be hurt by slicing, stabbing, crushing, or ripping." She grabbed the arm just as it was toppling down, slapping it back on her shoulder and rotating it twice to ensure it was secure. "It's kind of why melee weapons fell out of fashion. Now that killing people with blades or clubs is basically impossible, and limbs are easily pulled off with your bare hands, there's not much point to sword fighting, you know? Now big blades are mostly just used for yard work, games, and pranks."
Aphelia frowned. "In my time, the ability to survive and reconstitute from mortal injures was a curse few bore." She said, her head sinking with shame. "Our bodies were abominations, our souls accursed. We were feared, hated, despised, and so hideously alone..."
"Yoink!" Asani chirped, grabbing the blade of Aphelia's double edged sword and shoving it through the dragon's own neck. Aphelia's severed head rolled off her shoulders and landed hard on its stump, disorienting her almost as badly as her decapitated body, which flailed wildly in confusion. Asani's head was severed a moment later, laughing as it landed across from Aphelia's. The dragon's body dropped its swords, freeing up its hands to pat around its neck stump in an almost perfect mirror of Asani's headless body which seemed equally confused about where its head had gone. Asani's laughter intensified as Aphelia's weighty blade dropped down onto her own head, slicing clean through her face and sending her muzzle and eyes rolling away from the rest of her cranium.
"How dare youuuuu?!" Aphelia roared, screwing her eyes shut as her face rolled dizzyling across the floor, coming to a rest only when its cheek bumped into Asani's. Staring daggers into Asani's laughing visage, she demanded "What is this betrayal?!"
"Didn't you just say that a warrior is always ready or something?" Asani joked. "I was just trying to be a good student!"
"A good student does not humiliate their master! What if someone were to see me like this?!" Aphelia demanded, looking up at her graceful, athletic, statuesque warrior body stumbling around oafishly, running into Asani's headless body and collapsing in a heap. The bodies blindly grasped and groped at one another, feeling for a head. They found tails; one long and slender, the other thick sporting large fins; athletic limbs, one set lean and battle hardened, the other brawny and gym cultivated; firm abs, one set a tight six pack, the other a wider four; two pairs of breasts, one smaller and perkier and the other bigger and rounder; and finally, two packages packed tight in undersized shorts. They did not, however, find the heads they were looking for, and so the bodies disentangled themselves and rose to unsteady feet.
"Useless fool, over here!" Aphelia called, too angry to concentrate as her body stumbled further away from her head halvesrather than towards them.
"You gotta relax! I told you, this is the norm now! You have nothing to be ashamed of!" Asani said, moments before her blindly stumbling body accidentally kicked her head away, sending it rolling across the ring with a surprised yelp.
Aphelia's severed face couldn't help but smile, but before she could chuckle, a strong set of white fingers clamped down on her muzzle, while another hand of similar make felt around the empty air where the rest of her head should have been. The body knew this was what it was looking for, though it was incomplete. It took a few stumbling steps, and felt hair beneath its bare feet. It reached down and pulled the hair from under its sole, much to the discomfort of the silent head, and pressed the smooth surface against the face it was holding. By pure luck, the body had not only reattached Aphelia's muzzle back to her face rather than her neck stump, it had also managed to attach her right side up.
It was only after the body attached the reassembled head to itself that Aphelia realized it had not in fact been an entirely successful operation. "Oh you lame brained son of a-"
"Oh my God, I just realized how short you are!" Asani blurted, causing Aphelia to whip around and see her descendant's shark head mounted to her dragon body. "I thought dragons were supposed to be huge! Were people just like, teeny in the old times?"
Knowing the swords were a formality, Aphelia stamped her massive shark bulk over to her suddenly less confident descendant and grabbed her head with her own big, trembling, white fingered hands. She wrenched the shark's head off, then bowed over her former body as its hands once again patted around the empty space. As planned, the blind hands touched Aphelia's head and instinctively pulled it off her body. Both headless bodies, now holding their rightful heads, reattached them. Immediately. Without turning them around.
"Uh, Aphelia?" Asani asked, turning around to face the back of the dragon's horned head and front of her trembling body. "I think-"
"I am highly aware." Aphelia said, balling up her fists as she struggled to contain her fury. How had this sacred passing of the torch devolved into such farce before it had begun? Aphelia took a deep, calming breath, then marched her backwards body over to the two swords. "Right your head." She ordered, taking up both swords.
"Uh, okay?" Asani said, curious how Aphelia planned to do the same while holding a sword in each hand. Grabbing the sides of her head, Asani btook a deep breath then snapped her head 180 degrees around. She waited a moment, still clutching her head as she allowed her neck muscles and spine time to realign. When she was pretty sure they'd set, she gingerly released her head, and carefully looked up and down, left and right. It remained firmly attached, if a bit rubbery.
"Here." Aphelia said, offering Asani the modern blade. The shark took it, and Aphelia stepped back by taking a few steps forward. "The first thing you need to know about sword fighting is that stance. Is. Everything. A weak stance leaves you open to attack, limits offensive options, and allows opponents to easily predict your movements. To demonstrate the importance of proper stance, I'd like to show you the weaknesses inherent in a poor stance. So... assume a stance."
"Uh, aren't you going to... you know... fix your's?" Asani asked, pointing at Aphelia's back.
"No." The dragon confidently declared. Rather than righting her head, Aphelia wrapped the tip of her long, nimble tail around the handle of her huge, heavy sword, releasing her hand and allowing her tail to wield the weapon in front of her backside. "I have trained in dozens of styles, even extremely niche ones like rattlesnake style." She explained, her tail wiggling like the aforementioned snake and wobbling the unwieldy sword like a plastic toy. Despite her smaller size, the dragon didn't seem at all lacking in the strength department. "While this style is more academic than practical, particularly when the fighter's head is appropriately facing, to demonstrate how disastrous a poor stance is I will best you with this ungainly style."
"Alright then." Asani said, self consciously adjusting her feet, shoulders, arms, and spine as her sparring partner casually fold her arms beneath her chest, ready to fight with her arms behind her back (or what now served as such). Asani's sword felt far too light, like it would just float off if her grip loosened, and no matter how she positioned her feet they never felt properly spaced. When she was half squatting and perpendicular to Aphelia's body, her weight on her leading leg and her sword pointing skyward clutched in both hands like she'd seen in samurai movies, she let out a sigh and nodded.
"Are you ready?" Aphelia asked, her tail tauntingly rattling.
Asani gulped, and answered. "Yes."
"No you're not." Aphelia stated.
Whether the remark distracted Asani and threw her off her game, or if Aphelia totally would've got her anyway, remains a contentious topic between these women. Regardless of who's right, Aphelia's tail whipped around with lighting speed and scythed through Asani's midsection, immediately after which the shark twisted to try blocking the completed attack and sent her top half toppling off her bottom. Her legs stumbled back, trying to regain balance, while her top hit the ground with a thud that rattled her pointed teeth. Looking up at the smug swordmaster, Asani scowled. "Okay. You killed me. Congrats I guess. So what was I supposed to learn?"
Aphelia lowered her sword and yawned, reflexively patting the back of her head where her mouth should've been. "First, you must be lighter on your feet. Planting yourself is good for delivering power strikes, but it limits your defensive options to only blocks or parries from specific directions. This..." She looked at Asani's severed bottom half, which was now patting its empty stump with the flat of its tail's large fins. "Is not a good idea. Evading an attack or interrupting with an attack your own is preferable to blocking or parrying. You want to engage directly with your opponent's weapon as little as possible, unless you have a shielf, so only plant yourself when delivering heavy strikes. Otherwise, be light and ready to evade."
"Light on my feet, got it." Asani said, lifting herself onto her stump. Turing around to see where exactly those feet were, she let out a startled yelp as a big fat pair of fins slapped her full force in the face, sending her head flying off her shoulders and slamming into the base of Aphelia's tail, the dragon stumbling back (forward?) a few steps with a squeak much more high pitched than you'd expect from a warrior. The hard impact against the muscular base of the dragon's tail squashed Asani's head like putty thrown at a wall, flattening her face across Aphelia's her gym shorts clad butt. "Damn, your glutes are toned." Asani noted, her voice distorted. "Least I wasn't facing you when that happened."
"Well, you see, the posterior muscles are more important to a warrior than you might expect..." Aphelia said, blushing. She pinched Asani's cheek, now the corner of her head, and peeled the visage off her rear. Unable to see what she was doing with her head on backwards, her hands blindly felt their way to the dimple where the tip of Asani's nose rose just above the surface of her flat face. The dragon pinched her nose and the central point on the back of her head and pulled these points apart with a sticky ripping sound. After much strain, Aphelia's head suddenly popped back into 3 dimensions, dizzy but unharmed. Apart from being severed, of course. Aphelia remedied this too, spinning Asani's head around and planting it back on her shoulders, her top half having been too busy pawing at Aphelia's ankles and tail in search of her head to wander off.
After wrangling and reattaching her legs in a wild and wacky chase scene that had to be cut due to budget limitations, Asani took up her blade and squared up with her reverse-faced master. "Light on my feet..." she muttered repeatedly, adjusting her stance. She made it shallower, put most of her weight on her back foot so her front could more easily advance or retreat, and her sword was held at waist level aiming diagonally up at Aphelia's face.
"Good adjustment!" Aphelia said, smiling as her tail raised her massive blade into a combat position with some visible strain. "Your blade is in a much better position to defend against strikes now. That said, your foot placement-"
Aphelia's tail lashed out like a coiled snake, her ridiculously wide blade carving clean through Asani's leading left ankle. She reacted half a second late, hopping backwards from the attack and toppling over as she tried to regain her footing sans foot. Said foot scrunched its toes in confusion, wondering when the sparring would start, while its master was more concerned with when it would end. Asani scrabbled away on her hands and knees, Aphelia following behind in the world's slowest and saddest pursuit. Walking backwards with a massive sword throwing off her balance, Aphelia could barely keep up with the crawling Asani, though the master tried to play it off like she was merely toying with the shark. "The second rule of combat... do not show your back to the enemy!" Aphelia said, hopping towards the shark and lashing out, cleaving her other foot off as she was trying to get back up.
"You're sending mixed messages!" Asani shouted, though she had either enough respect or fear for her master to roll onto her back and flail her sword wildly while her footless legs and powerful tail propelled her backwards.
"Do as I say, not as I do!" Aphelia commanded, rolling her eyes as she batted Asani's sword right out of her hand at the precise moment the shark's back hit the ropes. "Come, where is your fighting spirit? Where is the warrior that before bested me?" She asked, swinging right for Asani's neck.
Aphelia blinked in surprise at Asani's empty shoulders. The emptiness would've been expected, had she hit her, but Aphelia was certain she'd missed. There'd been no a hint of resistance or shock traveling up her tail to confirm her sword passed through solid matter, yet all the same Asani's head was gone. "Asani?" She called, grabbing her own head and cracking it the right way around so she could more effectively search for her apprentice's missing head.
That was when she saw a tuft of hair protruding from the shark's empty shoulders. She'd mistaken it for hair that had simply been cut by her sword and fallen onto the stump, but looking closer it seemed to be leading into a small dimple in the surface of Asani's shoulders. Grabbing the hair and tugging it, Aphelia found that it was firmly attached to the stump. Or, rather, to what was hidden beneath the surface of the stump.
"Oh you... Really? Turtling?" Aphelia asked, disappointed in her pupil's cowardice. She'd retracted her head into her body to evade the hit! "Get out of there!"
Aphelia heard a muffled response and saw the shark grab and tug at her hair a few times, her thick, muscular arms straining but failing to retrieve her head.
"...You're stuck?" Aphelia flatly asked, getting a thumbs up in reply. "Ugh!" She groaned, dropping her sword and grabbing the tuft of hair with both hands. "Brace yourself against the ropes!" She ordered, waiting for Asani to loop her arms back and around the ropes before she began pulling. She pulled with all her might, but the shark's head was stuck more firmly that Aphelia thought possible, the dragon huffing and puffing with exertion as she dug her feet into the ground and tried to leverage Asani's head out. She took a step back. And another. And another. Aphelia watched as her arms stretched out in front of her like a pale pair of elastic bands, the limbs vibrating with effort as pressure mounted.
Aphelia had walked herself from the ropes all the way to center stage when the pressure released. The rope Asani had wrapped her arms around sliced through those arms and sent her dismembered body flying at Aphelia like a torpedo as the dragon's arms retracted at unstoppable speed. "Oh no." Was all Aphelia had time to say before Asani's considerably taller and heavier shark body slammed into the dragon and fell directly on top of her, flattening her to the thickness of a laminated sticker. Asani struggled to peel herself away from her master, being rather disoriented and having no feet and halved arms incapable of providing proper leverage. Eventually she managed to rip herself away using her tail to push herself off the ground. That solved one problem, though Asani still had five more. Both arms, both feet, and her head.
While Asani started stumbling around the ring on her ankles, her tail doubling as both a crutch and a radar to feel around for missing appendages, Aphelia tried to peel herself off the ground. She breathed as deep as she could with her collapsed lungs, managing to give herself a millimeter or two of depth. She tried again, making herself almost a centimeter thick, and was about to try again when Asani's finned tail came crashing down right on Asani's dark grey stomach, forcing all air into opposite corners of her her body. Her head and her feet reinflated, though the rest was paper thin again. "Of for the love of..." Aphelia wheezed, unable to form words properly with such compressed lungs. She focused, using her limited neck and ankle muscles to try and peel herself off the ring before Asani could flatten her again. She winced, feeling a crease in her papery arm as it folded over onto her stomach and stuck there. "Damnation!" She hissed, her left knee folding over on itself three times. This was not working how she wanted it to be working!
Meanwhile, Asani finally struck pay dirt as she struck one of her discarded feet with the flat of her fin. Stepping onto the appendage, she was able to more efficiently hobble her way around the ring and discovered her other impatiently tapping foot in half the time of the first. Now balancing on her own two feet, freeing up her tail for full time search duty, she discovered a crawling forearm which she pinned down with her fin and, after feeling the wedding ring of her left hand, shoved her left stump to the limb. That done, finding her last limb was a snap, and she even managed to find her sword to boot! Now for the tricky part of extracting her entrenched head. Asani stroked the tip of her sternum, the closest she could currently do to stroking her chin, and her finger slipped briefly between her ample cleavage. This sparked an idea. Reaching down, Asani pulled off her shirt and sports bra, leaving her bare chested. The shark then slid the tip of her sword down through her sternum, between her breasts, and scored a gash down her front, before turning the sword horizontally and driving the blade fully through her torso. Pulling the sword out and dropping it, Asani took hold of both boobs and spread them wide apart, leaning forward and jumping up and down, until
"Ah!" Her head blurted, tumbling out of the cavity she'd carved in her torso and landing hard on her chin. Blinking the dizziness out of her eyes, Asani saw she was almost at eye level with her master, though the dragon was now about two feet taller than she was.
Literally two feet taller, her scowling head attached directly to her ankles with her crumpled body squished firmly between the only two solid parts of her physique.
"So..." Asani said, smiling sheepishly as Aphelia continued to glare silently at her and rap her toes impatient. "Since I pinned you, I think that technically means I won?"
Aphelia's frown deepened, and Asani felt a puff of hot air on her face as the dragon failed to huff fire. She was lucky her master didn't get to try again, as her headless body reached down and picked her up, setting Asani back on her shoulders. After squeezing her self inflicted wounds shut, Asani reached down to retrieve her shirt only to realize "Oh shit!" the sword she'd dropped had cut her top and bra in half. Asani glanced at the clock and took small comfort in the fact that the gym's morning staff wouldn't be arriving for another three hours, though she would still be cutting her training short so she could sneak home with as few people out and about as possible. While public indecency had long ceased to be a crime, what with everyone getting mangled all the time and losing clothes left right and center, it was still indecent and greatly embarrassing.
Aphelia huffed again, catching Asani's attention. "Right, sorry!" The shark said, stepping on the dragon's toes while she reached down and wrapped her fingers beneath her jawline. Pulling up while pinning her feet to the ground, Aphelia's body uncrumpled itself between her head and feet, until it was just about her original height. Asani leaned in, blushing a little as her and her teacher's mouths came within inches of each other. "Listen, this is totally platonic, but I'd still appreciate it if you never mentioned this to Noel." Asani said, before taking a deep breath and locking lips with the dragon. Blowing with all her might, the dragon's wrinkly hide reinflated to a sagging mass of spindly limbs and drooping flesh. Sucking in air through her nose, Asani blew again, Aphelia becoming a frail but solid structure. She gasped and blew a third time, returning the dragon to her original dimensions!
Then she gasped and blew a fourth time, not paying attention and not considering how much smaller and lighter Aphelia was compared to her wife Noel, the only other person Asani reinflated regularly. Aphelia gave muffled protests as her muscles swelled, her chest expanded, and her cock and balls-
RIP!
Asani jumped back, breaking the kiss, and saw her master was furious, naked, and buffer. Her lithe frame had swelled to nearly match Asani's, her small breasts turned to respectable jugs, and her dick was erect and significantly longer and girthier than when Asani last saw it, while Aphelia's chopped up parts were raining down from the ceiling fan. "Heh, Noel always said I was a good kisser, but I didn't know I was that good!" Asani joked, spying the tattered remains of Aphelia's exploded clothes scattered around the floor.
Aphelia opened her mouth and a gust of blistering wind fluttered Asani's hair and had her shielding her eyes. When she lowered her hand she saw Aphelia had returned to her usual proportions, her dick now hanging between her legs as a lenghty but soft tube of black dragon meat. "Get. Your. Sword." Aphelia ordered, her tail snagging her own weapon and tossing it into her awaiting hands as she adopted a proper combat stance.
Asani gulped but complied, picking up her sword and doing her best to mirror her master's experienced stance. "So, uh, you taught me the first and second rule of sword fighting so far. What's the third rule?" Asani asked.
"Respect." She said, lunging at Asani.
Asani back peddled and, much to her own surprise, actually managed to deflect the attack. She couldn't feel too happy, however, as Aphelia pivoted and used her momentum to throw a second, equally fast attack from the opposite side. This one Asani sidestepped, and with shocked disbelief she saw her teacher's bare backside, open and defenseless. Not questioning her luck, Asani raised her sword and swung at her master's shoulders in a diagonal slash that would've left the dragon as a head, an arm, one shoulder, and one breast lying on the floor while the other 80% of her unevenly bisected body stumbled around still standing.
Of course, that didn't happen. This was a trap, one Asani fell right into it. With all her attention on Aphelia's sword, Asani didn't noticed her opponent's prehensile tail until it tightened around her ankle, after she'd already started her counter attack. Throwing her lithe hips and flexing the posterior muscles surprisingly important to a warrior, Aphelia's tail used Asani's own gathering momentum to pull her off her feet, the shark spinning a full rotation in the air before plummeting. Before she could land, Aphelia brought her blade up, slicing Asani's head off and catching it by a fistful of deep blue hair as her body crashed into the ground. "Having proper respect for your opponent is one of the most important skills a warrior must learn. You let yourself believe that I, an experienced fighter, would leave myself wide open, and in doing so you disrespected my skill. You assumed I would only be attacking with my blade, and in doing so disrespected the weapon that is my body. You... uh..." Aphelia scratched her head with her tail, struggling to come up with a third thing Asani might have disrespected to make a full list.
When she took too long, Asani's severed head rolled her eyes and said "Yeah yeah, bushido stuff. Look, I really don't think this 'thrown right into the deep end' training method is helpful. Feels like you're just bullying the newbie. Like if you could just teach me a basic stance and maybe a move or two, just so I have a base to start with-"
"Respect your master's methods!" Aphelia said, throwing Asani's head into the air and grabbing her sword in both hands. The dragon's forked tongue slithered out of the corner of her mouth, her brow furrowing in concentration as she mentally calculated the angles.
Despite its ludicrous size and weight, Aphelia's blade danced around like a calligrapher's quill as she whittled away Asani's falling head, the light and rapid strikes keeping the noggin suspended in the air even as slivers of light blue, dark blue, and white flesh and hair were peeled away and fluttered to the floor. Sweat beaded on Asani's forehead and ran through her blond hair as she worked herself into a frenzy, struggling to control the heavy blade for such precise motions. But, her talk of mastery was no mere boast, and when she finally allowed her blade to halt, allowed Asani's head to flop down onto her neck stump as her body finished rising to its knees while patting at its empty shoulders, Aphelia couldn't help but feel an overwhelming pride at what she'd accomplished.
Asani's hands cautiously touched the foreign object that, up until a few seconds ago, had been her head. Its bizarre new shape was somehow both utterly alien and oddly familiar, and as she poked, prodded, and ran her hands along it, the familiarity grew. Her head had been reduced to a narrow, somewhat flaccid cylinder, capped off with a mushroom shaped head and sporting two bulbous protrusions at the base, kind of like a-
Asani jumped to her feet, which she stamped impetuously while inadvertently squishing a few of her face shavings.
"Well, do not act as a dickhead and you won't wind up as a dickhead!" Aphelia teased, remembering some of the modern vernacular she'd overheard while clothes shopping at the mall. She sort of wished Asani still had ears to hear her newfound mastery of the modern tongue, though she was at least happy she didn't have eyes. The dickhead threw a wild haymaker that easily could've taken Aphelia's head off, were the shark facing the right way. "Oh come now, you are embarrassing yourself." Aphelia tutted, casually strolling behind the shark as she stomped around throwing blind punches and kicks, her replica dick and genuine tits flopping around with each sloppy punch thrown.
When Aphelia grew bored, she stepped in front of Asani, effortlessly dodged a final hook, and counter hit with the very same uppercut that the shark had used to send her into the ceiling fan. This being the very same uppercut, under the very same ceiling fan, the results were the very same, albeit inverted. Aphelia tilted her head back and basked in the refreshing rain of a few hundred indistinguishable fragments of shark showering the arena, soft flesh bouncing off her bare body with pleasing plops. When the dust settled, or at least the chunks, Aphelia decided "Eh, the screws to this!" She might as well give her apprentice time to cool off and think about her lessons. Reassembling her right now would just cause a fight, and not a productive one. After several minutes spent scooping up tattered clothes and Asani's pieces, dumping them into the oversized duffel bag she'd used to lug their swords here, Aphelia was left to carry the gym's key, the two swords, and two pieces of Asani that simply wouldn't fit into the overstuffed bag no matter how hard she pulled the zipper. Two dick and ball shaped pieces, roughly the same but sporting subtle nuances that set them apart.
These nuances, however, were lost on Aphelia, who'd never before seen Asani's junk despite the shark and her shark wife both having held the dragon's package while they were reassembling her. She shrugged, grunting as she slung the bloated bag onto her shoulder and coiling her tail around both steel swords to carry them. Noel would be able to easily tell which of the flesh swords was the real one. And if not? Aphelia was certain the amorous yellow shark could figure out some way to uncover the truth. Even if it took a few tries, just to be sure.
As naked as the day she was born, with a huge lumpy bag hanging off her shoulder, two swords carried in her tail behind her, and a shiny blue cock in each hand with big balls bouncing with each step, Aphelia proudly left the gym and strode into the pre-dawn grey. She was happy with how her first training session had gone. Asani would be looking to get revenge for all this humiliation, and like many a villain had learned, revenge was a wonderful motivator.
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"And now you're telling me she kept my gym key?!" Asani complained, focusing and rolling her arm as her wife reattached it. Everyting still felt loose and wobbly, though as far as she could tell, Noel had assembled every piece properly. It had taken nearly three hours, but Noel was nearly done despite the pudgy yellow shark kind of wanting this to go on longer. It was her day off and she didn't know what to do with the free time, so waking up to Aphelia's note, a bag of her wife's bits, and two beautiful blue girl dicks waiting for her was likewaking up to a warm, squishy jigsaw puzzle just waiting to be assembled. And also two dicks.
"She said she wanted to do some drills in private. Would 'summon' you when you're ready." Noel said, shrugging as she popped her wife's hand back on her wrist. " Besides, it's not really 'your' key. Can't really fault Aphelia for stealing stolen property." She pointed out, right before giving the back of Asani's hand a tender kiss.
"They never asked for it back..." Asani grumbled, annoyed her wife wasn't taking her side but enjoying the kiss too much to be mad. The way Noel touched her, the way the yellow shark appreciated every last inch of her being, it's what had made the last 3 hours of meticulous reassembly more than just bearable, but actually enjoyable for Asani.
"I'm sure she'll give it back when you have your rematch." Noel said, picking up her wife's head and nuzzling their noses together. She was now in only three pieces, body, head, and (real) junk, and Noel seemed to be slowing down to stretch out these last few parts as long as she could. "Or at least, she won't be able to stop you from taking your key back if you beat her."
"Yeah, I'll totally fan her back for this!" Asani confidently declared.
"Don't fight too hard." Noel teased, kissing her forehead. "I wouldn't mind another morning jigsaw!"
She reached over and grabbed Asani's package with her free hand, reattaching it at the same time as her head. "Ah, much better!" Asani said, happy she no longer had to concentrate to move or feel her body. Now she could move it naturally, and the first order of business was twisting her neck to work the cricks out...
"What the-" She started, her cheeks rubbing against something. She looked up, and saw Noel's face flush with embarassment. She looked left and right, and saw her thighs trailing out to either side. She reached up to her shoulders and felt...
"What the hell?" She demaneded. "You switched my head and my junk!"
"I didn't mean to!" Noel sheepishly replied. There really was no excuse for this, she just went on autopilot and stuck the closest stumps together, which just so happened to be the wrong ones. She reached to fix her wife, wrapping her hands around the base of Asani's shoulder mounted package. She paused, staring at smaller head on her wife's shoulders, then smiled. "Although, perhaps we can get some use out of this happy little accident."
"Huh?" Asani articulated. She gasped, feeling Noel's soft, pudgy hand begin to work its way up and down her tool. Soon after, her chubby wife sat in her lap, and from Noel's new angle and Asani's new perspective, she coud see the pasel yellow shark was wearing no panties under her pink nightgown.
Asani smiled from between the four thighs as the cute, pale yellow package prodded her in the chin, growing in time with her wife's despite the lack of stimulation. Not wanting to be a rude partner, Asani smiled and opened wide.
She'd have to thank Aphelia later.