“3...2...1....GO!”

Me, Will, and Gerald all swung our swords in unison, beheading Emily, Greta and Chelsea. Their heads fell forward into their laps. Emily immediately scooped her head up and stood up, while Greta could only look up at the ceiling, turns out Will went with the blue side up, so her body sat motionless. Chelsea, on the other hand, was picked up by her body, which she no longer had control of, and placed on the coffee table.

“Wh- what’s going on? Why can’t I move... hey, what’s my body doing?” Chelsea’s head asked nervously as she watched her body wander aimlessly around the room. We had warned Gerald about the purple blade before hand, so all three of us were ready to catch her body if it ran off. It seemed it was much more calm than Greta’s legs were, thankfully.

“They’re magic blades, inventions of Ted’s brother,” Greta explained. Will picked her up and placed her next to Chelsea on the coffee table. Emily, shrugged her shoulders(which looked quite odd without her head attached) and put her head down as well, reorganizing the other girls so their heads sat in a triangle formation facing each other. Emily then took a seat on the couch next to Greta’s lifeless body.

I gave a brief explanation of the blades and their powers, and then said, “So, I heard rumors of alcohol?”

“Yeah, we’ve been sober long enough!” Emily chimed in.

Chelsea giggled, “Drinking as just a head might be fun!”

“I agree,” Greta said,” Though we could use a little help.”

Before any of us guys could chivalrously offer to get their drinks, Chelsea’s body stopped wandering around the living room and walked into the kitchen, the three of us still attached to our bodies followed, just in case it made a run for it. When we caught up with it, however, we were surprised to see it pouring some fancy cocktail I was simply too manly to identify into a scorpion bowl and placed three straws in it. It(she?) put the bowl on a serving tray along with three bottles of Sam Adams. It was a little mind blowing that I’d get to drink something better than Natty Light for a change. Oh, and also that Chelsea’s body was preparing drinks for everyone in the first place, I suppose.

We all followed Chelsea’s body back to the living room, where it set the scorpion bowl down between the three heads and guided a straw into each of their mouths and then proceeded to hand us each a beer.

“Wow, Chelsea, your body is awesome!” Emily said after taking a sip, causing Chelsea to blush.

“I concur!” Will said.

“William...” Greta glared at him.

“Sorry...”

“Now this raises lots of interesting questions,” I said, taking a seat next to the two headless bodies on the couch, “It looks like different peoples’ parts react differently to being given a mind of their own with the purple blade. Greta’s lower half ran amok while Chelsea’s body has been really helpful.”

“Well,” Chelsea said, “I work part time as a waitress, and most of the time my brain is going on autopilot anyways. Maybe my body works the same way.” The straw fell out of her mouth while she talked, Emily leaned forward and stuck it back inf or her.

“Another thing that intrigues me is how autopilot parts are able to sense where they are going,” Greta said,” I’ve been without a head before, and it’s exactly like being deaf, dumb and blind, yet your body and my lower half were able to navigate without difficulty.”

“That purple blade must have some damn powerful magic in it,” Gerald commented while looking the sword over, “That brother of yours is an even bigger genius than I thought.”

“In any event, Jason should get some good research info out of tonight.” I said.

“Unless we drink ourselves so stupid we forget everything!” Emily laughed.

We continued making small talk while drinking, and Cheslea’s body would always promptly bring us new beers and take away our empties. “Wow, if it wouldn’t freak people out, I’d just drop off my body at work and stay home as just a head. Easy money!” we all laughed.

“Hey, you never know, this magic could get approved for civilian use some day!” I said.

We decided to play beer pong, so we moved over to the dining room area, leaving Greta’s body sitting on the couch in the living room. After setting up the table, we formed teams. Will and Gerald teamed up, as did Greta and Chelsea, this left me and Emily as the final team. Gerald fetched two bar stools from the kitchen dinette set and put them behind one side of the table, and after Will gently placed Chelsea and Greta’s heads on them. Emily, with her head still tucked under her arm, and myself stood at the other side of the table and the match began!

Greta went first by levitating the ping pong ball, forcing it forward, and letting it go, simulating a throw. It missed wide to the right, but throwing is an advanced technique, and Greta, like myself, had just barely learned levitating to begin with. Chelsea the graduate student, on the other hand, was obviously a seasoned pro, because her shots were deadly accurate. After she sank the first one, she flashed us a smug grin from her perch on the stool. It’s quite demoralizing being rightfully taunted by a disembodied head.

“I’d give you high five, but, you know...” Greta said, congratulating her teammate.

The match went slowly downhill for us, at one point Emily handed her head to me and asked me to hold it because it was getting heavy. “Well, maybe if you didn’t have such a fat head...” I teased her, to which she just rolled her eyes in response to. Towards the end, we starting to stage a comeback, but I made the mistake of arching my back to stretch a little while Emily was trying to shoot, the shift in her perspective ruining her aim and making her miss the table entirely.

“Hold me still when I’m shooting, dummy!”

We wound up losing, and Will and Gerald replaced us. We played a few more round-robin games until Will and Greta bowed out, making Chelsea and Gerald the new team. Will carried Greta over to the couch and sat down next to her body, holding her head in one hand. They began making out while Will used his free hand to fondle her breasts. We tried to play through the distraction, but the sucky-smoochy noises simply became too much. That’s when I stepped in.

“Hey, guys, watch this.” I whispered to the group before I started sneaking up behind Will, grabbing the green blade along the way. When I was directly behind him, Greta had spotted me, but I put my finger in front of my mouth, miming ‘shhhh’. She got the idea and continued her make out session, allowing me to grab a handful of Will’s hair and slice through his neck.

“Hey, what the fuck?” He screamed as he felt his head being lifted. I moved him over and planted his head on Greta’s shoulders, and then quickly grabbed Greta’s head out of his body’s hands before they went limp and dropped her. I placed her head on Will’s shoulders and admired my work.

“Well this is interesting...” Greta said as she patted down her male body. Will said nothing and unashamedly fondled his female body. They turned their heads to face each other and went right back to making out, this time fondling each other’s bodies. Er, their own bodies... I don’t know anymore.

“Well, looks like I just made things worse, then,” I scratched the back of my head, “At least Jason should get some good data out of it. Maybe.”

The night carried on and we were all pretty tanked at this point. I wound up as just a head, thankfully by the red/blue blade. I could tell since after I finished rolling across the floor, I was able to see my body lying still across the room. Will and Greta, still headswapped, had retreated to the guest bedroom to do exactly what it seems like they were about to do, shortly followed by Chelsea’s body pulling at Gerald’s arm until he stood up. She then dragged him upstairs to do exactly what it seemed like they were about to do.

“Hey, don’t leave me here, I want to watch!” Chelsea’s head said as they were halfway up the staircase. I’d figure she’d want to be reattached, but to each their own, I suppose. He levitated her head up into his hands and carried her to their bedroom with her body following right behind.

This left me sitting bodiless on the carpet, and I had no idea where Emily was. I had felt the complete numbness of cutting off a body part with the red/blue blade before with my injured arm, but losing my whole body felt paradoxically zen and worrisome at the same time. It was kind of a cool feeling, but it sucked being so helpless. Finally, I see Emily’s body crawling along the floor. Judging by the way she swept her hands back and forth, she had lost track of her head, and as it turned out, was coming straight at me. Her hand bumped into my face and she picked me up and started lining up my neck with her shoulders. It seemed I was finally going to get Emily’s body, but in a way that I had never imagined until recently.

When I was pressed down against her, I regained the sensation of having a body, Emily’s body, but the weird part was I had no control over it. Her hands began feeling and prodding my face and I couldn’t do anything about it.

”What’s going on here?" I heard Emily’s voice say. In my head.

“I don’t know. I figured I’d be in control of your body and you’d be just a head somewhere, kind of like what happened with Will and Greta.” I told her.

”Uh, yeah, I put my head back on and then chopped it off again with the red and blue sword because I wanted to see what it was like to be truly headless, but then I lost track of where I was and I guess I picked you up by mistake.”

“So I guess if you connect two conscious parts together and the consciousness has nowhere else to go, you make some sort of weird conjoined twin.” I deduced, “Now this I know Jason will find interesting!”

”Okay, so, I can see out of your eyes and hear through your ears, but I can’t make you say anything or control which way I face. Can you feel my body?”

“Yep, but I can’t move it around at all.” I reply.

”Good, then there’s no way for you to awkwardly escape this time!”

“Wait, what!?”

Emily stood up and moved to the couch, she sat down and continued talking in my head, ”Everyone is having fun with the swords except for us, Ted.”


“But I never thought you were interested in me like that...”

”I really wasn’t, but when I saw how Will and Greta were using them to spice up their sex life, I became really curious. And well, you’re the only guy I can trust enough for something like this, you know? You more than proved that when I was just a lower half.”


“So that was a test?”

”No, I was totally trying to throw myself at you, but you were just that perfect mix of idiot and gentleman.”

“I’m, uh, sorry?”

”Don’t be, we’ll make up for it now.”

She brought her hands up to her breasts and began to massage them, which was just... amazing, and being able to feel both her breasts being fondled and her hands doing the fondling made it doubly so.

”You like that, don’t you? I can tell because I’ve never turned myself on this much playing with them alone, so it must because of your man-brain.”

Next, her hands traveled south and unbuttoned her jeans, she slid a hand inside her panties and a finger into her slit, “OH MY GOD!” I shouted. It was a completely foreign sensation being penetrated like that, but at the same time just... amazing.

”Hm, no, this isn’t good enough. I want to experience the blades, not just masturbate with a passenger. Emily said, pulling her hand out of her pants, ”I’ve got it! Keep your head pointed down and help me find the green blade.”

I had no idea what she had in mind, but I complied. We found it quickly, and she used it to sever me off her shoulders, but since it was the green sword, I could still feel her body. Her very hot, horny body. And she still talked in my head.

”Good, our consciousnesses are still connected.” she said. It made me worry if we’d be able to separate them later, but only for a second, because she placed me on the couch and walked into the middle of the living room to give me a strip show.

Emily started by pulling down her already unbuttoned pants with her back to me, giving us a great view of her ass when she bent over to to push them off of her feet, following it up by standing up and pulling her shirt over her headless shoulders. Now down to her underwear, she started walking towards the couch while swinging her hips as far to the sides as she could with each step. When she was directly in front of me, she dropped down to her knees and unhooked her bra, which she let fall to the floor, leaving her bare breasts inches away from my face. They were as perfect as I had always imagined them, and believe me, I spent many a lonely hour imagining them. I felt my head being pulled closer while she leaned her chest in, and I thought that I must have actually been decapitated by a real blade and was accepted into heaven, because that’s how being jammed between her breasts while having them squeezed against my face felt. (Just the heaven part, not the head chopped off part.)

I puckered my lips, and because Emily could feel me doing so, she knew exactly what I wanted, and she responded by backing off and placing a hand on the underside of her right breast, lifting it up and guiding the nipple into my mouth. I flicked the nipple with my tongue, which sent shivers down our spine, and then full on sucked it, and after giving the same treatment to its twin, Emily stood her body up and pulled her panties down. Looks like she kept herself neatly trimmed.

”I’ve never seen my body in this light before,” she said, admiring herself through my eyes. She put her hands on her hips and just stood there, letting us both take in the beautiful sight, ”I like saying that, my body. My sexy body, my tight body, my naked, headless body...”

Her talking like that only made us wetter, which I thought would have been impossible if I weren’t feeling it for myself. Her body desperately needed a release, and we both knew it. She walked herself over and sat down on the couch next to my head, swinging herself around and spreading her legs while arching her back over the armrest. She rotated my head around so I was face to face with her womanhood, though I couldn’t help but point my eyes up at those amazing breasts, nipples pointed at the ceiling. Emily indulged me by tweaking one of them.

Emily pulled me closer, I could smell her, I could feel the heat, and so could she. ”I’ve always wondered what I tasted like... she said as she pushed me close enough for my tongue to get to work. It was the most intense sexual experience of my life. I had experienced a female orgasm, and a mutual orgasm with Emily, no less. It’s just unfathomable, words can’t describe what I felt, both sexually and emotionally. We basked in the afterglow together, not saying anything and not needing to.

After a few minutes, Emily got us cleaned up and dressed her body back up(sans bra), though we both decided we wanted to stay this way until the morning and not worry about getting ourselves sorted out until then. She carried me back to the couch and laid down, hugging my head into her breasts. They were the best pillows imaginable.

“Hey, Em?” I asked.

”What?”

What I really wanted to ask was what this meant for our friendship. Were we a couple now, or just fuck buddies? Or hell, was this simply a one time thing because she just wanted to experiment with the blades? In the end, though, I decided not to ruin the moment with that particular conversation and instead asked, “Do you have any idea where your head is?”

”Not a clue.”

I fell asleep not long after that, and since I had the (physical)brains in this operation, it forced Emily to sleep at the same time.