[TF, Fusion/Merging, Melting, Futa]
“Please,” the man begged, his voice hoarse with despair and desperation. “I need them, I need my Other…”
Between the layers of glass and plastics that comprised the man’s holding cell, seeing him was slightly obscured. Still, it wasn’t hard to make out his general shape; he had a wiry frame, barely more than a collection of bones held together by thin skin. A scraggly collection of brown hairs cluttered the top of his head, obscuring his brown eyes from sight. He sat hugging his knees, staring at the other man through the nearly half of a foot of material that separated them. He was young, likely somewhere in his twenties, and with a little effort, would be quite attractive.
The other man laughed, shaking his head. “It’s pitiful, look at you. I can’t believe a pathetic little worm like you needs a guard to watch them all day.” The guard stood up and rapped his knuckles against the hard walls of the box that kept the man contained. “You’re not getting your ‘Other’, you whiny weakling. It’s never going to happen.”
The imprisoned man slumped back against his cell wall, letting out a long groan. His head fell low, staring at the space between his feet. It was hard to do anything, even speak. Even just the effort of existence was difficult, yet he couldn’t sleep. Not without his Other. It’d be impossible to rest without them.
Footsteps approached. For a fleeting moment, the man allowed himself fleeting hope that his Other was the one coming. But they sounded wrong, different. His head sunk lower than it had been already as, once again, his hopes were dashed. It was just another guard.
“Shift change,” the new guard hardly spoke, though their voice sounded different, unusual. Perhaps this silence would be a relief for the man, instead of the cruel mocking of the current guard.
Something was wrong, though. The old guard shook his head. “You ain’t Frank. In fact, I’ve never seen you before, Miss. So, do you care to tell me who the hell you are?” The current guard was standing now, hand resting on his weapon. One sudden movement, and this newcomer would be on the floor.
The imprisoned man was watching the scene, enraptured. The entire time he’d been in here, nothing interesting had happened, other than being separated from his Other. Even if this turned out to be nothing, at least it was *something* different than the usual, something the man could think about and remember.
If the man had blinked at the wrong moment, he would have missed what happened next. Suddenly, the new guard swung their fist in a wild haymaker swing. The force of the punch was enough to lift the guard off of his feet, staggering him back against the wall with a loud cracking sound.
Before he even hit the ground, the imprisoned man was on his feet, scrambling to the clear barrier to get as good of a sight as possible. The new guard slowly pulled back their arm, the pose of the punch lingering in air as they had given it their all. Hope, elation, and joy all filled the man’s heart. Could it be that he was going to get out of here? Was this his Other?
This stranger walked over to the cell, removing their hood and mask with a flourish. The man knew that face anywhere, and literally leapt for joy. The woman before him also couldn’t help but laugh, smiling at the imprisoned man while she bounced on her heels in excitement. Gracefully, she pulled out a keycard from her pocket, swiping it through the card reader at the cell door. A loud buzz and a click, and then the door swung open on its own.
The man ran to the woman, embracing her. His thin wiry frame clung to her toned athletic body like a leaf to a tree, and for a long moment they just held each other in the doorway to the cell. After long moments, the peppy woman whispered to the man with a giggle, “We should really get on with our reunion.”
He nodded, and suddenly the pair were stripping. As they revealed their bodies to one another, it readily became apparent how polar opposites the two were. Both were roughly the same age, and rather attractive, but their differences shone brightly. While the man was thin and weak, the woman’s body was made of toned muscles. She had an athletic build, strong but in a softer way. He was short, standing just over five feet tall, while the woman towered more than a foot over him. Her long blonde hair fell like a curtain, while his curly brown hair was everywhere all at once. Still though, they smiled at each other, and once naked, embraced each other again.
The woman lifted the man’s chin, caressing it gently and taking the role of the leader in their interaction. She brought their lips together, kissing gently at first before passionately making out. The attention they paid each other got more and more intense, hands groping up and down each other’s frames. One pair of hands, rough and masculine, caressed fine curves and hard muscles, while the other, more slender and feminine, stroked over a gaunt frame.
As the pair stroked each other, something strange started to happen. At first, it could be easily mistaken, appearing as though beads of sweat were running down each other’s bodies, despite the lack of physical exertion the pair were doing. Yet, as their kissing continued, the ‘sweat’ ran stronger and stronger, covering both of their nude bodies in a wet sheen.
Four hands flew in a frenzy over their respective partner’s body. Kissing and sucking noises filled the air of the cell-like chamber the pair found themselves in while their bodies were covered in what almost seemed like an oil. They started touching and groping each other, squeezing the muscles and skin of their Other. That’s when it happened: the man’s hand squished through the bicep of the woman like it was made of wet clay.
The pair paused to look at each other. Their lips - the actual, physical lips on their faces - were smudged and squished, yet both of them still managed to make a smile. They got back to work, now that their ‘reunion’ had started properly they were excited and ready to continue. The woman was no longer taller than the man, her figure shorter and squatter.
Looking down, the man and the woman stepped around in a puddle that was forming around them. This puddle was a swirl of skin tones, as though the very flesh of the people standing in had started to melt. The woman wiggled her toes, beaming as she felt them clump together and start to melt off into the puddle. The man worked his hands through the woman’s hair, letting the warmth of his touch melt the individual strands down: first into a single unified blob atop her head, and then into a dripping mess. Individual droplets fell off of their bodies as though they had just gotten out of the shower, draining onto the growing pool on the floor.
The woman, feeling a streak of boldness run through her, grabbed her partner by the hips and pulled them close together. Suddenly, the pair was conjoined at the hips, their inner anatomy melding and fusing together into a singular blob. Even their own distinct asses, four cheeks on the outside of their newly combined body part, were smudged and smeared, leaving just a general roundness to the shape. Both pairs of eyes shot open, and within moments, the pair were moaning lewdly. Deep within their combined lower sections, their private members had found each other, and both found the process of reunifying as erotic as they remembered it to be.
A pair of hands - the woman’s, though the distinction was less important when the pair were fused together - was stuck inside the ball of pelvises. She squirmed and tried to work her arms to free them, but this futile effort only served to pull the limbs deeper inside liquified flesh. The pair toppled to the floor, their legs to molten to remain standing and giving way under them like the weakened supports they were. The ensuing collision with the ground forced more of the pair into the growing ball of flesh-colored liquid that was their bodies. A face remained on the outside of the ball, quickly absorbing into it, while one spare arm remained that rubbed over the wet surface.
The sound of heavy boots slamming against a concrete surface disrupted the noises of pleasure coming from the ball of flesh. For a moment, the new wave of guards stood awkwardly by, watching as the mass swirled before them making all kinds of lewd sounds generally reserved for traditional lovemaking. After this long pause, one of the guards had the wherewithal to shout ‘Fire!’ into the air, and the various men raised their guns and opened fire.
Seconds passed into minutes as the men unloaded their weapons in burst shots. The fleshy ball, now featureless and silent, squirmed and shook and quivered in place as the room filled with flashes and the sound of gunfire. After a while, the magazines emptied, and the guards stood awkwardly trying to assess the situation.
The bullets all hit the cell wall behind the blob. Every single round fired had missed the fleshy mass as it miraculously - or perhaps supernaturally - dodged out of the way of multiple sources of danger. A quiet ‘fuck’ filled the air from one of the guards. Suddenly, with the sound of something sharp slicing through the air, tentacles whipped out of the ball. These tendrils were each tipped with a razor sharp spike at the end of them. They whipped through their air, almost instantly striking their targets despite having a substantial distance to close on them. Each tentacle pierced through a guard in their shoulder or a limb, and carried the body to the nearest wall where it knocked them out on impact.
The swirling mass of tendrils slowly retracted, letting the various punctured bodies fall and slump against the floor. The whiplike appendages found their way back to the shimmering fleshy sphere, where they slurped back in and left the ball with a mirror-like - albeit if fleshy - appearance.
Slowly the ball drooped, sagged, and eventually sunk to the floor. For a moment, it just quivered there, before starting to rise from the ground. Underneath the ball were a pair of feet, standing idly by, still connected to the ball by the ankles. Though, this changed as the ball continued to lift off the ground. Rapidly it climbed, revealing a pair of muscle bound legs that came together to a defined torso, out of which sprung two strong arms. The ball stopped at where the head should rest, and for a moment, did nothing but sit there, twitching in roughly the shape of a human head.
Then, the features became defined. Eyes blinked, a mouth opened and closed experimentally, and a nose took in fresh air for the first time in minutes. Long hair, a mix of the man and woman’s hair colors - now a dirty blonde - cascaded down their back and over their chest, flowing freely halfway down the newly formed torso. The face resolved into feminine features, with longer lashes and shaped eyebrows along with lips that had a natural pout to them.
Their chest, as it reformed, was decently sized, a fair bit larger than it had been their female body had had. It looked more subdued than it was considering the pectoral muscles it was surrounded by. This body, as it was finishing shaping and forming, was turning into quite the strong form. Everything about the body screamed “tomboy” or “muscle girl”, except one thing:
The massive member hanging between her legs. Flaccid, it was reaching an impressive ten inches long, and was as wide around as a soda can. Chuckling to themselves, the newly formed person stroked up and down their entire body, sighing comfortably.
The body they now found themselves in rippled with muscle as they flexed and moved. One hand wandered across the opposing arm as they tensed the muscles within; the digits pushed away by the bulging strength. They were tall, and there was a lot of body to examine. Still, they took the time and appreciated every inch of it. They were built like a bodybuilder, almost superheroine in proportions. They crouched, bent over, stretched this way and that, feeling how limber and agile it was. They were fit, ready to do anything and everything. And with a monster cock like the one they sported, ‘anything and everything’ included ‘anyone and everyone’.
“Those humans thought they could separate us, keep us apart,” they mused to themselves. “What a shame, then, that they would do this. And all because we’re different, because we’re not from this planet.” They shook their head, sighing softly.
The alien creature, fully reformed, casually strolled out of the cell that had been containing a portion of its identity. Never moving quicker than a walking stride, the creature made its way out of the building. Guards and researchers stood frozen in time, the alien’s speed faster than their eyes could comprehend. Like a blur, they made their way through the labyrinthine halls and out into the open world.
Standing outside, a fair distance away from the building they had been held prisoner in, the sun and fresh air caressed their nude body. They flexed and stretched, running fingertips over their soft skin.
“Let’s give them one more chance. This time, we’ll find someone more… pleasurable to be with.” The alien took off at a sprint, blazing their way down the nearby expressway at speeds that made the passing cars look like they were standing still. On their way, they passed a road sign. Various midwestern American cities were listed along with their distances, with the nearest being Cirrane. “As good a place as any,” the alien mused, rapidly making their way there.