[ Cottage Hideout - Experiment #1 ]
Mary claps her hands, then springs up with her arm up. "Yeah, let's do this! With my clone and Anne, we'll become a super Marianne! That's how it works, right?"
Daniel groans, burying his face into his hands.
"Then, were we super Mavi?" Viviane asks.
"We didn't realize it, so no."
Viviane slumps. "Aw, man."
Mary's clone sighs. "Seriously, am I always this cringe?" she mutters.
Anne giggles, glancing to the slimy artist. "Seeing yourself changes a lot of things, huh?"
"At this rate, I'll really deviate from—" The slime pauses, her pupils shrinking. "W-wait, if we end up being able to hear each other, doesn't that mean all three of us will have a voice, or would it just you and one of me?"
"O-oh, well... maybe?" Anne answers, smiling crookedly. "It's also possible that Daniel and I have a special bond that can't replicated."
Mary grins, leaning closer. "Hehe, are you saying you don't like the sound of my voice, twin?"
"No, it's quite nice," the clone admits, but turns away. "I'm just saying I'd rather not be so acutely aware of the things we say."
Daniel loosens his hands, snorting. "Maybe you'll become more tame if you're aware of yourself."
"Love!" Mary gasps. "Why do you want that? Are you trying to suppress my creativity?" She poses dramatically, her chest rising. "We're canvases to these lovely slimes. In a painting, is there ever one voice? No! We have to be open to the paint that shines upon us!"
"..." Daniel slowly turns to her twin. "So?"
The slime shuts her eyes tightly. "Urgh... I'm such a dork. Why do I love it though?"
"Speak for yourself!" Anne huffs. "Mama is more than just paint!"
Mary clears her throat. "Okay, sorry. Anyway, I'm ready to be taken!" She spreads her arms out, grinning. "Come on, you two. We won't know until we know~"
"Ugh..." Her twin's lips crease a bit before throwing her hands. "Guess I'll go first."
Mary's eyes widen. One of her arms stretched out immediately rotates forward. "Wait, hold on, my dear, beautiful self! Can't you two just merge with me at the same time? That would be a lot more exciting!"
The twin blinks before twisting to Anne. "Shouldn't matter, right?"
"I don't think it will matter, but..." Anne cocks her head, squinting. "Wouldn't this process be more horrifying?"
"Pssh..." Mary waves a hand. "The people who would be most horrified are on the other side. We're all used to it, aren't we?"
"Speak for yourself," Daniel repeats, more flatly.
"So we're in agreement!" Mary chirps, ignoring her conservative counterpart. "Let's make mush, you two!"
While Daniel breathes out tiredly, Anne and the slimy Mary glance at each other. The latter smiles weakly. "Well, into hell we go."
"Into hell," Anne agrees.
Mary rolls her eyes. "Oh, please. It's not that bad. Why are you two being such—mmmph!"
Shlooosh!
The slimes don't let the artist finish, loosening themselves into a gelatinous fountain that floods their eager host. Mary's alarm shifts into a moan, twitching with joy as blue goo wraps over every curve of her body. There's no indication where Anne and the clone begin as they build on top of their questionable foundation.
Shlurp!
"Oooogh...Moaaaaah!"
The slow moans of the three soon overlap each other as their blob form ripples like a clay doll being sculpted by invisible hands. Anne and the slimy Mary find their place, seeping into the artist as they had before. Adding to that, Rose's memories fill Mary, prolonging the merge.
Daniel looks up to the ceiling, his face gray. "My life is truly fucked up."
"Speak for yourself, child," Viviane raises this time, sitting beside him. She pats his leg before noticing his cock is decently hard. "You seem ready though."
Daniel lowers his gaze, blushing. "Well, um...I know what the final result is."
"Oh?" the elder slime smirks. "Are you implying that you're more excited about our combined forms than us individually?"
"Although, it's not always the best result," Daniel amends, staring into her silver eyes.
Viviane giggles. "That's better~"
She draws to him, her lips closing around into a cool kiss while her hands slides to caress his throbbing member. Their focus remains on each other as Marianne pushes out her first gasp. Features quickly take their seat, allowing the fusion to open olive eyes to see her boyfriend-son and Viviane making out.
Stammering back, her brows firm together as she puffs her cheeks. "Wha... seriously?! Does my transition mean nothing?"
Daniel inhales sharply before they return attention to the fusion, her medium-dark skin glowing amid the soft lamps.
"We weren't sure how long you'd take," Viviane excuses.
"It wasn't even that long!" Marianne cries.
Daniel straightens. "Nevermind that. How are you feeling?"
"I'm..." Marianne pauses, then blinks. "I feel... the same?"
After a few more drips of silence, her eyes shut tightly. "Dang it, I can't tell if I have voices in my head or not."
Like Danne, any influence on her seems to be invisible; however...
'H-hello?' Anne's voice echos within the fusion. 'I'm still here?'
'Whoa...it worked! Anne, I can hear you!' Mary follows with a squeal. 'So, this means it's just us two or...'
They wait, but a second British tone never pops in.
'It really is just us two,' Anne concludes. 'I'm still finding this hard to follow. Ever since the wine, I was able to split out a clone of you, then we remain conscious while merged. That doesn't seem right, does it? Surely this has happened before with other remnants and alcohol.'
'Well, who knows,' Mary hums. 'I'm a little sad that I can't hear myself... and grateful. Oh, man, I really am cringe.'
'You've always known that. Why are you stating the obvious?'
Marianne shrugs. "Well, either way, let me apologize on behalf of Mary. She really has no limits."
"Funny. Who was it that invited us to have a night of wine?" Daniel asks, squinting.
Marianne glances away. "Whaaat? I don't know what you're talking about."
While such banter could continue, Viviane presses forward to get ahead of it all. "Can you partially split so we can see if Mary, the clone, and Anne are conscious behind your thoughts?"
"Haaa... so soon?" Marianne frowns. "Mama wanted a turn with our love."
By this prospect, Daniel thins his lips quietly. He looks down to see that his cock has already hardened by Marianne's beautiful form. 'Damn it, me.'
"Just for a little bit," Viviane insists amid their son's turmoil. She closes her eyes to a smile. "Besides, we should give our child some time to gather his stamina."
Said "child" swallows silently.
"Oh, fine." Marianne grumbles. With a deep breath, she closes her eyes. There's little warning as her face soon begins to stretch. In no time, Viviane pops out on the right while Mary inhales to the left. Thus, sharing a shoulder and down, the latter blinks a few times before snapping to the couple with bright lights in her eyes.
"Holy shit! Love, it worked! Anne and I can hear each other now!"
"Wait, seriously?" Daniel breathes, widening his eyes. "What about your clone?"
To that, Mary shakes her head sadly. "She wasn't there. Actually, I can feel her...er, myself overlaid. Let me just..."
Splick!
With a grunt, their shoulder space expands further as the clone pulls away from Mary, stretching to the left side. With two slimes on the outside, and Mary in the middle, the three-headed amalgamation takes in their odd shared body.
"Oooh... Ahem, before we go any further, can someone take a photo?" the clone asks.
"Hehe, I was just about to say!" Mary adds. Her eyes draw to Daniel, who already has his phone the closest on the night stand.
Daniel sighs. "Alright, alright. Truly, such an amazing moment we've got here."
Anne wiggles her lips. "D-do we really have to?" She lowers her gaze to their shared body. "I don't know why, but this is a little embarrassing."
"Oh, lighten up, love! Didn't you like our photos when you and I first joined?"
"Ah, yes... the day I got corrupted by you."
"Ignoring the fact you were well corrupted beforehand, huh."
"Focus, guys," Daniel urges, aiming his phone. The two Marys grin while Anne forces a smile as their form poses for the camera.
Click, click, click!
After a few photos, Daniel stares emptily at the strange combination. "Dear god."
"Anyway..." Mary's clone coughs and closes her eyes. "As far as I'm concerned, I thought I was conscious, but I guess it was only that Mary and I were completely in sync. So, it really only me, in a sense, then Anne."
Viviane lifts a hand to her chin. "That's interesting. Despite being able to exist independent, you're still Mary when you merged with her. I have to wonder if Nimue was the same when she had her human form. Something to ask if we're able to all visit my domain."
"Who knows, but now that we're like this..." Mary's eyes smile uneasily at her fellow artist. "Do you want to have a threesome? Haha, get it? Because we're—"
"I'm not going to hear myself and die inside," the clone cuts. She forces their hands to the opposite heads. "Back together we go!"
"No, wait—"
Shlurp!
"Mmmph...moooah!" Anne and Mary groan as their heads return into position, coalescing back into the features of Marianne. When the fusion opens her eyes and breathes out, her eyes shine.
"I have voices in my head!"
"Except you still can't hear them, right?" Viviane questions.
Reality hitting her face, Marianne's shoulders fall. "N...no..."
'Damn. Wouldn't it be cool to be able to talk with our own fusion?' Mary raises within.
'Er, you kinda already did that,' Anne follows. 'You know, when we accidentally created your clone.'
'Hehe, but you know what you, or I haven't tried? How does pleasure travel to us now that we remain aware?'
'Our baby does seem to be ready to go.'
"But, you know," Marianne begins, straightening. Her eyes narrow slyly to Daniel, stepping forward. "Those voices might scream loud enough when we connect, love."
"Hmph!" Viviane tugs Daniel close to her shoulder, caressing his head. "Don't get too ahead of yourself, my dear 'super' sister. If you spend him too much, we might not even get experience him as his complete mother."
Daniel shivers, only reminded this is just a single step to something newer.
Perhaps dangerous.
His knees shake, ever so worried.
Yet, his cock impossibly quivers straight. As Viviane and Marianne loom over him, ready to envelop him, he finds he can only continue to slide into their gooey pace.