Saturday morning

Man, what a show. It had been less than a week since I had cast the spell and already these girls had shown far more creativity than the previous girl that had signed a contract with me, and she had signed it voluntarily. Let’s see, what was her name again? Something with an E. Ellen… Elaine… Oh right. Elsbeth Wheeler. Fairly attractive, but perpetually depressed. I suppose nowadays she would be labeled a ‘goth’, or an ‘emo chick’. At least, that’s what I gather from Susan’s conversations. With a little effort she probably could have made a decent career for herself as a writer or poet, like Charlotte Brontë or Jane Austen. Instead, she spent most of her days in the bathtub cutting herself, lamenting the fact that she couldn’t find a good husband. Which was not particularly surprising of course, given her ‘life is torture and woe is me’ attitude.

It had not taken much to convince her to sign the contract. It basically said that she would be given the ability to cut herself as much and as deep as she wanted, up to and including dismemberment, without any ill or permanent effect, provided the heart was not damaged. In return, she would be consciously and subconsciously compelled to cut herself into pieces for my viewing benefit. What can I say? Every man needs a hobby, and mine is watching girls willingly cutting themselves into small pieces. An unorthodox hobby, to be sure, but a fun one nonetheless. Or at least, that was the summary of the contract.

Naturally, the real contract is considerably longer and contains far more legalese. I am a lawyer, after all. I couldn’t have her try to get out of the deal at a later stage, now could I? Not that that was much of a concern; the only thing she asked was whether keeping her heart intact was a requirement. She wanted to – and I quote – ‘tear the heart that had caused her so much sorrow from her bosom to take away the pain’. In case you were wondering: yes, the whole ‘tortured soul’ bit got old very quickly. But unfortunately beggars can’t be choosers, and she was my only potential source of entertainment.

Sadly, the spell I’m using is based on Assyrian blood magic and is keyed to the heart, regardless of the advances of medical science in the intervening centuries. And there are no more Assyrians around to make an updated version. I’d try it myself, but I barely know enough Assyrian to properly pronounce the spell. I have a rough idea of what the words mean, but actually constructing a new spell? Not a chance. That is one of the greatest downsides of magic: as technology has become more and more advanced, the role of magic in society has diminished rapidly, so all the good spells are written in ancient languages. And I mean proper ancient languages, none of that Latin nonsense like in those Harry Potter books that Susan reads. Aside from a few cults here and there, magic wasn’t really practiced in the Roman Empire. It was most common in the Middle East: the Akkadians, Babylonians, Sumerians and Assyrians had many magic practitioners, though, depending on the types of spells you are interested in, the Aztecs, Mayans and Indians can be valuable sources as well.

Still, despite that little limitation, Elsbeth figured that with this deal she could cut herself even more without killing herself, so she signed the contract, going on and on about her ‘deal with the devil’. Which is ridiculous of course, since there’s no such thing as the devil. And I should know, since I’m a Satanist. I know, I know, I’m not exactly original. Well over half of all lawyers are Satanists. Where do you think the term ‘Devil’s advocate’ comes from?

But perhaps I’m getting ahead of myself. After all, I expect not everyone will be familiar with the occult these days. The word ‘Satan’ is derived from the words Sha’ha Ta-an. Or at least, that’s as close as I can get to it using human language. It means ‘Demon Council’ in the Demonic tongue, but the correct pronunciation includes a number of sounds that the human mouth was simply not designed for. The Sha’ha Ta-an are the 666 biggest, baddest demons around. In case you’re wondering: yes, that’s where ‘the number of the Beast’ came from. They rule over the lesser demons, keeping them in line and making sure humanity at large remains unaware of their existence. For as much as demons like to play with, torture and/or kill humans (depending on the demon subspecies in question), they realize that the mass panic that would erupt if people knew demons were real, while fun in the short term, could well lead to the extinction of the human race, which would leave them with nobody to torment. So the Demon Council keeps the more reckless demons under control and covers up any ‘accidents’.

That’s what I’ve heard, at least. I’ve never met the Demon Council and I intend to keep it that way. Let’s just say that the concept of ‘hell’ or ‘the underworld’ that’s found in the various religions is based on fourth-hand accounts of what happens when humans or demons displease the Demon Council, and they tend to leave out a lot of the more painful details.

Getting back to Elsbeth, once she had signed the contract she proved to be moderately entertaining. For a while at least. Sadly, imagination was not her strong suit. All she ever did was cut and stab herself, with the occasional dismemberment thrown in when she was feeling particularly depressed. To be perfectly honest, I grew bored of her in less than a month. Still, something was better than nothing, which I learned when about two months after signing the contract, having once again been spurned by her latest fancy, she stabbed herself in public.

This in itself caused a small commotion, but nothing compared to the one caused by her getting right back up, apparently none the worse for wear, and attacking the target of her affections. It was at this point that the police burst in and started shooting. They blew out her brains and severely damaged her heart, and since nobody bothered to piece her back together that was the end of Elsbeth Wheeler.

Which left me trapped here in this room, bereft of entertainment. Though technically it’s probably more of a pocket dimension. I’ve got a bed, a desk and several bookcases full of magical volumes. Beyond those, I can see every room of this house, as well as any people I have contracted.

Don’t ask me how that works, I’m not a mathematician. Probably has something to do with higher dimensions. So how did I get trapped here, you ask? A simple translation error on my part. You see, the house that Susan lives used to be mine. Some time after my colleague had introduced me to the world of magic and demons, I figured I’d try to become immortal. What can I say? I was young and foolish. I did my homework and summoned a Glabrezu, a mid-level demon that likes making deals with mortals. I read the contract he presented me with, which was written in Akkadian, and it all seemed fairly reasonable: he would claim the souls of my entire family (I never liked them anyway) and I would live forever… or at least that’s what I thought it said. However, instead of ‘balatu’, which means ‘to live’, it said ‘barutu’; ‘trapped’. Which is how I ended up here. Still, it’s not all bad. I’ve had plenty of time to study magic and even though I’m trapped, I’m still immortal.

The main downside is the boredom. After Elsbeth died, the house stood abandoned for a long time, before being bought by an older gentleman who lived for about eight months before dying of a heart attack, after which the house stood for sale for another five years. You can imagine my relief when Susan’s parents moved in with their nine-year-old. I briefly considered contracting Susan’s mother, but I didn’t want to risk her rejecting and moving out, since Susan was the one I was really interested in. So I waited six more years for Susan to turn fifteen, which is the age of consent in the demon world, and had her sign the same contract as Elsbeth. Not that she knew she was signing it. Unlike Elsbeth, she had no reason to want to. Instead, I made a last-second switch, replacing one of the school forms she was signing with the contract. Granted, these kinds of tricks are frowned upon in the demon community, but they’re not actually forbidden. After all, you’re supposed to be careful what you sign. It took a few months for her to actually discover the effects of the spell, but she was quickly making up for lost time. Signing Cassie as well was just icing on the cake. Now I had two adventurous girls gunning to take each other apart in new and creative ways. The wait was totally worth it. But enough about me; it looked like Cassie was waking up.

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Cassie blinked her eyes as she awoke from her sleep. She turned her head towards the alarm clock, waiting for the digits to come into focus. 6:54 in the morning. Under normal circumstances she would still be out cold at this hour, but she’d slept like a baby and wasn’t really tired anymore. Her vision cleared further and she saw that the rest of the nightstand was covered in pieces that up until recently made up her best friend – and now also her lover? They hadn’t really talked about it yet, but Cassie was pretty sure that they could now call themselves that. She took in the rest of the room, which mirrored the decor of the nightstand: bits of Susan were scattered absolutely everywhere. Since she was up anyway, she might as well do something about that. She got out of bed with a yawn, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, and started the task of putting Susan back together.

First things first: she needed Susan’s heart, or it would be like assembling a model airplane without any glue. She inserted two fingers into her pussy and started moving them around to create more room. Soon, they were joined by the rest of her hand as she reached up inside herself to pull Susan out. When her fingertip touched Susan’s eyeball, she reached around it, grabbed the optic nerve and pulled. The nerve was far too weak to pull the brain along, of course, since her vagina still had a tight grip on it, and snapped. She extracted the now disconnected eyeball, but before putting it aside she couldn’t help popping it into her mouth and running her tongue over it. If only they could regrow body parts other than the liver… Cassie would have given anything to be able to devour Susan. Oh well. She put the eye next to its twin and resumed her attempts at pulling out the brain.

She managed to get her fingertips around the front part of the brain and pulled. The brain only moved a fraction of an inch at a time, and she lost her grip several times, but things got easier as it traveled downwards, since she could get a better grip each time. Once it was about halfway down, she realized she could speed things along by using her vaginal muscles. After all, this was kind of like giving birth. What was that rhythm again they always used in movies and such? Breathe, breathe, breathe, push? She gave it a try. While pushing, she felt the brain move a little. Success! She did it again. Breathe, breathe, breathe, push. Slowly but surely, she managed to work the brain to the entrance of her vagina. She could already see it poking out a little.

After a few more pushes it was halfway out. Okay, one more. Breathe, breathe, breathe… she pushed with all her might and Susan’s brain popped out entirely. Cassie laughed. She’d just given birth to her best friend! The heart was going to be a problem though. She’d had enough trouble reaching the brain. There was no way she was going to be able to get her hand all the way into her womb. And all her pushing had done nothing to dislodge the heart from there. ‘Well, if a natural birth is out of the question, I guess I’ll just have to experience a C-section as well,’ she thought. She picked up the chef’s knife and made a horizontal cut above her pubic mound, followed by two vertical cuts to make a U shape. She pulled back the flap and started pulling her intestines out of the way until she could see her uterus, which was pulsing with the same rhythm as the heart that was in it. Carefully, so as not to damage the heart, she sliced open her womb and extracted Susan’s heart before closing herself up again. Now she could actually start the assembly process.

Her recent anatomy lessons were clearly starting to pay off, since in just under half an hour she’d almost restored Susan to her former glory. All she needed to do now was to replace the two brain halves and put the top of her skull and her hair back on. She put the first half back where it belonged, but when she was holding the second half she stopped. The two of them could swap out body parts, right? What would happen if she actually put Susan’s brain in her own head?

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I couldn’t believe my luck. One of my favorite things about watching these two girls dismember each other was the dialogue between them: the teasing, the threats, the jokes… The problem was that this was only possible while they both had lungs, which rather conflicts with the whole ‘tearing each other to pieces’ motif. After Cassie went to bed last night I’d spent two or three hours trying to come up with a plausible excuse to give them telepathy, and here she was handing it to me on a silver platter. Granted, according to the laws of nature there is absolutely no reason why connecting two brains should grant telepathy, but they didn’t know that; after all, there are no documented cases of people swapping brain halves. And given their already supernatural condition, I doubted they would blink at having another strange ability. I quickly pulled the grimoire containing the telepathy spell I’d been researching from the stack of books on my desk and flipped it to the correct page, waiting for the right moment to cast it.

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Excited, Cassie grabbed the hacksaw and placed it against her still hairless skull (she hadn’t bothered to put on her own hair again). But before she could start sawing she realized something. What if she accidentally cut into the part of her brain that governed motor control? With Susan still sleeping (or in a coma, or whatever state they were in before they were revived) they would be helpless, and Susan’s parents would be in for a fairly gruesome discovery. She tapped Susan’s cheek. “Susan? Wakey, wakey, rise and shine.” Susan’s eyes fluttered open and she stretched her arms. “Hm. Good morning Cassie.” She took a second to look at herself in the ceiling mirror. “Hey, I’m back in one piece again. Mostly, anyway,” she said, noticing her open skull.

“Yeah, I took the liberty of putting you back together.”

“Thanks. Though I must say I wouldn’t have minded at all if you’d kept me stuffed up your pussy for a while longer. We’ll have to do that again sometime.”

“Absolutely. But for now, I want to try something else, and I need you awake in case something goes wrong.”

“Okay. What are you going to do?”

“I’m going to replace half of my brain with yours to see what happens.”

“Cool! Mind if I do the honors?”

“Not at all.”

Cassie handed Susan the saw, who placed it against Cassie’s forehead and started sawing. A minute or two later she’d completed the circle and lifted off the top of Cassie’s skull. “Could you hand me that scalpel behind you?” Susan asked. “Here you go.” Susan used the scalpel to separate the two halves of Cassie’s brain and pulled out the right half – the same one she was currently missing. Picking up her own right brain half, she gingerly placed it in Cassie’s skull.

She sat back down and looked at Cassie expectantly. Cassie, however, just sat there. “Come on, tell me,” Susan said, “is anything happening?” Cassie blinked and focused her eyes on Susan. “Sorry, this is… wow. I can recall your memories as if they were my own. I remember being both the surgeon and the patient in last night’s anatomy lesson. I remember sitting in classes I wasn’t at. I remember… Hey! So it was you who stole my Barbie when we were nine.” Susan smiled apologetically. “Sorry. But I really wanted to play with Malibu Barbie and you had one and I didn’t, so I borrowed yours, but then I couldn’t find a way to give it back to you without letting you know I was the one who took it, so I kind of… kept it. You can have it back if you want.” Cassie shrugged. “Eh, keep it. I now have something much more fun to play with.”She gave me a naughty smile. “Yeah, same here. Speaking of which, I wanna try too!” Susan picked up the remaining brain half and placed it in the corresponding void in her skull.

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This was the moment. I started the incantation. Kima labirisu satirma u bari… I won’t bore you with the rest. Besides, I wouldn’t want the Sha’ha Ta-an to come knocking at my door wondering why there are suddenly a bunch of mortals running around giving people telepathy.

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Meanwhile, Susan had gotten access to Cassie’s memories. “Woah, you weren’t kidding! This is amazing! Let’s see, what do I want to know about you?” After thinking for a bit, a wicked smile bloomed on her face. “So, you like playing with yourself while watching Ariel from The Little Mermaid, huh?” Cassie blushed. “I –”

“And what will your geography teacher say when I tell her that her student has been fantasizing about fisting her?”

“You wouldn’t dare…”

“Aha! So that’s why you wanted that Barbie back so badly. I wonder if Mattel would condone using her as a dildo.”

Cassie hung her head in shame. “Ugh. This was a terrible idea.”

“On the contrary. I’m learning so much about you. But in the interest of preserving what little remains of your dignity, how about we go one step further?”

“Huh? What do you mean?”

“How about we switch the other halves of our brain as well so my brain will be in your body and vice versa?”

“Sure, why not?”

They proceeded to cut out the remainder of each other’s brains. As Susan lifted out Cassie’s, I finished the incantation. Now I just had to wait for them to notice. They both took the remaining half of the other’s brain and placed it into their head. Cassie – or rather, Susan in Cassie’s body – looked at herself in wonderment.

“Wow, I’m actually in your body!”

“And I’m in yours!”, Cassie-in-Susan said as she started rubbing her nipple and her clit.

“I see you’re enjoying yourself?”, Susan-in-Cassie laughed. Still, a good idea was a good idea. She inserted two fingers in her pussy and closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations.

‘How come this feels so different than in my own body?’, she thought, pistoning her fingers in and out, ‘We have the same parts, don’t we? You’d think they would feel the same.’

“Not a clue,” Cassie-in-Susan replied, “but I can’t say I mind.” Susan-in-Cassie opened her eyes in surprise. “Huh? I didn’t say that out loud,” she said. “Yes you did. How else could I hear you?” Susan-in-Cassie frowned. Time for an experiment. ‘Can you hear this as well?’, she thought. Cassie-in-Susan’s eyes opened wide in surprise. “Yeah, but… how? I didn’t see you move your lips. Don’t tell me you learned ventriloquism.”

‘No, of course not. I think you’re able to hear my thoughts. Quick, what number am I thinking of?’ Cassie-in-Susan looked accusingly at her friend. “Orange is not a number, you cheater. Hey, it works! I’m guessing this was caused by us switching our brains around,” she said. “That was my theory as well. I wonder if it also works the other way around. Think of something, would you?”

Cassie-in-Susan thought of the first thing that popped in her mind. “Really? The first thing you think of when we find out we are telepathically linked is how we can keep talking while you’re stuffing my brain up your pussy?”

“Like it hadn’t crossed your mind.”

“I… That’s beside the point. You do raise an interesting point though: will this still work if we’re in pieces?”

“Only one way to find out,” Cassie-in-Susan said, grabbing the hacksaw.

“Nuh uh. You already got to cut me up last night. It’s my turn again. Gimme,” the other girl said. “Fine,” Cassie-in-Susan sighed as she handed over the saw. Susan-in-Cassie placed the saw against her friend’s throat and started sawing, placing her other hand on her friend’s shoulder to keep her in place. When there was only a scrap of skin left connecting the head to the body, she leaned the body to the left, supporting the head with her free hand. The body slumped down on the bed when she completed the cut. Putting down the saw, she held Cassie-in-Susan’s head in front of her with both hands. ‘Can you still hear me?’ she thought.

‘Yep. This is definitely going to come in handy. Too bad we still need the heart, though. Could you put me back? I can already feel myself start to lose consciousness a little.’

‘Of course.’

She placed her friend’s head (or, technically, her own head) back on her neck and the cut disappeared as usual. “Okay, now let’s see if this telepathy thing still works when we’re back in our own bodies,” Susan-in-Cassie said. Completing the now familiar two-stage trade, the two were soon back where they belonged. “Not that being in your body wasn’t fun,” Susan said, giving her nipple an experimental flick, “but there’s no place like home.”

‘You said it, Dorothy. So, what’s next on the agenda today?’

“Hm, let’s see. I guess now that we don’t need lungs anymore we can start to get a little more creative. Like putting both heads on one body or things like that. We’re going to need a faster way to remove limbs, though. This hacksaw is fine and all, but cutting through a leg takes ages. Do your parents have like a chainsaw or something? My dad isn’t really into the whole DIY thing,” Susan said. “Sorry, we don’t have one.”

“Well, I suppose we could buy one. My mom left us money for take-out, but since we had liver instead we could put it towards a chainsaw. Plus, I have some savings we can use.”

“Yeah, that sounds like a great idea. And I have my wallet with me as well, so we can split the costs. So come on, let’s go shopping!”

“Hold on there, feistypants. We can’t just go out there like this. That would be boring. I must say I rather liked the idea of you going out into public with only the essential body parts. Now that we have a better idea of what we’re doing, and now that we don’t need lungs, I think we can do a lot better than last time.”

“But what if somebody sees us?”, Cassie asked.

“Relax.” Susan walked over to her wardrobe and grabbed two coats. “I’ve got one ankle-length maxi coat and a trench coat you can wear over these thigh-high boots. Nobody’s going to see an inch of skin – or the lack thereof,” she said, wiggling her eyebrows, “besides our hands and faces.”

“Okay, but we’re still going to have to talk to the cashier. Somehow I doubt our telepathy will work on other people. Not that we’d want to even if it did.”

“Damn, you’ve got a point there. Still, it should be enough for one of us to be able to talk. Flip you for it?”

“All right. Let me just get a coin from my wallet.”

Cassie got her wallet from her pants pocket and returned to the bed. “Heads or tails?”

“Heads.” Susan raised her arms in victory as the coin landed on the bed. “Yessss! Okay, let’s separate and see what we can come up with on our own.” She picked up the chef’s knife and the hacksaw. “I’ll be in the bathroom. See you in fifteen minutes?” she asked. “Deal,” Cassie replied as Susan skipped off to the bathroom.

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Fifteen minutes later, she heard a knock on the door. ‘Cassie? Are you done yet?’, Susan asked her telepathically. “Yeah, come on in.” Cassie’s mouth fell open as the door opened and Susan stepped into the bedroom. Susan’s arms and legs looked normal enough, save for the fact that they had been skinned. But between where the leg muscles attached to her pelvis, there was only bone; the vagina and pubic mound had been cut away. It was Susan’s torso, however, that was the source of Cassie’s stunned silence. Or more accurately, the fact that it wasn’t there. There was nothing between her pelvis and her collar bones except her spine. No organs, no ribs, nothing. ‘Do you like it?’ Susan asked. “Wow, you weren’t kidding when you said you could do better,” Cassie stammered. “Wait, what did you do with your heart?” Susan tapped the side of her head. ‘It’s in here. I didn’t want a floating heart ruining the effect, so I removed half of my brain to make room for it. But look at you! It’s not the purely minimalist look I had in mind, but I like it!’

“Thanks. I knew I wouldn’t be able to go all out like you could, so I settled on a different theme.” Cassie looked down at herself. Like Susan, she had skinned her arms and legs. Aside from her hands and face, the only patches of skin left on her were the areas around her breasts and pussy, cut into the shape of a bikini. Her stomach was a rectangular hole, displaying her abdominal cavity, which was now empty save for her vagina and uterus. Aside from the obvious changes, she had also cut out her cervix, connecting her womb directly to her vagina for easier access.

‘Okay, ready to go?’ Susan asked. “Yep, let’s go.” Susan put on the maxi coat and a pair of sneakers, while Cassie chose the trench coat and boots. She looked at the alarm clock, which read 07:46. “Uhm, Susan? It’s still pretty early. I don’t think most stores are open yet,” she said. ‘Doesn’t Walmart open at eight? I’m pretty sure they have a hardware section,’ Susan replied. “I think so, yeah.”

The two girls set off and arrived at the doors of Walmart just as one of the employees was opening them. “Good morning and welcome to Walmart,” he said as Susan and Cassie entered the store. ‘Looks like we have the place all to ourselves,’ Susan thought, ‘let’s have some fun while we’re here.’ They sauntered past the various aisles until Cassie dragged Susan into the ‘Home, Furniture & Patio’ aisle, which contained a display with the various lamps that were for sale, all of them turned on. ‘Watch this.’ Cassie announced. She lifted off the lampshade of one of the lamps, opened her coat and squatted down on the lamp, the light bulb disappearing up her pussy. Cassie lowered herself until the bulb had entered her womb, which was now glowing with a reddish light. She quickly got up when she heard approaching footsteps, though, and managed to replace the lampshade just before a middle-aged couple walked past the aisle.

The two continued their hunt for things to play with. When they reached the ‘Hunting’ aisle, they shared a look and turned into it. Surely there must be something interesting there? While Cassie walked further down the aisle, Susan stopped, her gaze drawn towards a hunting bow. She took it off the rack and picked up one of the arrows that were hanging next to it. Nocking the arrow, she drew the bow and aimed at her friend, who by now was standing about 40 feet away from her. ‘I am Merida. Firstborn descendant of Clan Dun Broch. And I’ll be shooting for my own hand,’ she thought, quoting one of her favorite movies. Cassie turned to see what her friend was on about. She had just enough time to see something whizz towards her before it struck her a little below the shoulder.

‘What do you think you’re doing?’ she asked. She quickly looked around to see if anyone was watching before pulling the arrow out. No sooner had she done so, however, than another arrow speared her right breast and embedded itself into her lung. ‘Isn’t it obvious? I’m using you for target practice.’ She started marching towards Susan. Not that this wasn’t fun, but the arrows were leaving holes in her coat. Still, she couldn’t keep the smile off her face entirely when she assumed the role of Merida’s mother. ‘Don’t you dare loose another arrow.’ She saw a defiant smirk spread across Susan’s face as she released the bowstring once more. The arrow covered the 20 feet remaining between them and sunk neatly into her left eye. She covered the remaining distance, jerked the arrow free and glared at Susan. It wasn’t having the desired effect though, since Susan was doing her best not to burst out laughing.

‘What?’ Cassie demanded. Covering her mouth with one hand, Susan pointed at the tip of the arrow with her other. Cassie looked down and saw the reason for Susan’s mirth: in pulling out the arrow, she had also extracted her eyeball. No wonder her glare didn’t work. Cassie started chuckling as well, but froze when another set of footsteps approached. She quickly turned around, clutching the arrow with her eyeball to her chest. Hopefully the shopper would walk right on by.

Unfortunately for her, the woman turned and came walking in their direction. Cassie pretended to be searching through the shelves, slowly turning to keep her back to the woman the entire time. She breathed a sigh of relief when the woman disappeared around the corner at the other end of the aisle. She turned to Susan, whose face by now had turned a distinct shade of red, her eyes tightly closed and her shoulders shaking. ‘You should’ve seen the look on your face!’ Cassie huffed, yanked her eye off the arrow and jammed it back into the empty socket. ‘Come on, let’s go get that chainsaw. I have a feeling I’ll be needing it shortly.’

They started off towards the ‘Home improvement’ section. On their way there, Susan noticed something and pulled Cassie into the ‘Gardening’ aisle. ‘Hey Cassie, wouldn’t this come on handy?’ She picked up a pair of pruning shears and proceeded to snip off the fingers of her left hand one by one, starting with the pinky. As her thumb joined the other fingers on the floor, she displayed her now fingerless hand to Cassie. ‘It seems to work fairly well,’ she thought. ‘True,’ Cassie replied, ‘but fingers aren’t really the problem. We can remove those just fine with a scalpel or a chef’s knife. I think we should save our money for the chainsaw.’

‘Yeah, you’re probably right.’ Susan put the shears back on the shelf and knelt down while grabbing her pelvis with one hand for stability. Since she no longer had any back muscles, doing anything more strenuous than walking around meant she had to make sure her spine didn’t fold like a wet noodle. She picked her fingers up from the floor, reattached them to her hand and followed Cassie. They arrived at the ‘Home improvement’ aisle and looked at the various chainsaws on display. ‘Man, these things are expensive”, Cassie said, “Oh wait. Here’s one that’s only $47.97. Let’s see… a 14 inch blade; that should be enough, right?’ She held the blade of demo model next to her torso. ‘Seems to be,’ Susan replied. ‘I don’t think we’re thicker than a foot at any point. And it’s electrical too, which means we won’t have to worry about buying gas for it.’ Cassie smiled. ‘Great. Let’s get this puppy home.’ Cassie put the demo model back, picked up the box from the shelf and started carrying it towards the checkout. Susan almost slammed into her when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. ‘Hey, watch where you’re going!’ Cassie paid her no mind as she asked: ‘Susan, how much money do we have on us?’

‘Uhm, let’s see… there was 50 bucks for pizza, my 36 dollars in savings and you had… 27, right? So that would make… 113 dollars. Why?’ Susan followed Cassie’s starry-eyed expression and immediately saw what had Cassie so entranced. The label read ‘Authentic Medieval Axe with Studded Wood Handle, $34.99’. Two and a half feet long, it had a broad axe blade on one end and a sharp spike on the other. It was perfect. Susan lifted it off the stand and they resumed their way towards the exit. When they put both items on the conveyor belt, the cashier gave them a strange look. What would two girls need a chainsaw and a battle-axe for? Then again, they didn’t pay him enough to worry about this shit, so he just rang up the items. Only eight more months of this before he’d be able to afford that car. 250 horsepower worth of freedom. He’d already forgotten about the girls by the time they stepped out of the store.

They walked back through the as yet mostly empty streets. The shoppers that would be crowding the streets later in the day were most likely still lying comfortably in their beds. Still, there were a few other people up at this early hour. They were walking about 15 feet behind an elderly woman. Getting a sudden impulse, Susan looked around her to see if anyone else could see her before opening her coat wide, flashing the back of the woman who was unaware of what was happening behind her. ‘Are you crazy? What if she sees you?’ came the panicked thought from Cassie. ‘Oh stop worrying. She’s not going to turn around. Besides, even if she does, she’d probably just think she saw it wrong. As far as she’s concerned, skeleton girls are impossible. Come on, join me; it’s fun,’ Susan thought. ‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ Cassie sighed mentally. She quickly looked around before spreading her trench coat open, revealing her naked flesh and the gaping hole where her innards used to be. When they saw the woman’s head turn, they quickly closed their coats and burst into a fit of giggles. The elderly woman shook her head, thinking back to the time she was a young girl, and kept walking. On their way through the town, they managed to flash four more people without them noticing.

With their purchases, crawling through the forest wasn’t going to be very practical, so they took the long way around. They soon left the edges of the town, walking along the road that followed the edge of the forest, the other side containing mostly farmland. About half a mile ahead, the road made a U-bend and went back in the direction of the town. Susan couldn’t help but notice Cassie staring at the stallion in the pasture on their left. Even though she no longer had half of Cassie’s brain in her head, she found she still had access to part of her memories, which had apparently copied onto her brain while the two were connected. She tried to recall any that had to do with horses. Let’s see… watching ‘Black Beauty’, asking her parents for horse riding lessons… hello! Apparently Cassie wanted to ride a horse in more ways than one.

‘You totally want to fuck that horse, don’t you?’

Cassie’s head whipped round to stare at Susan with wide eyes.

“Wha– I– How do you know that?”, she stammered.

‘It seems some of our memories copied over when we swapped brains. But never mind that. What’s stopping you? Go for it!’

“What’s stopping me? I can’t f–” Cassie blushed. Even if no one else was around, she didn’t dare say it out loud. ‘I can’t fuck a horse!’

‘And why not?’

‘Well… uh… it’s dangerous!’

Susan raised an eyebrow, pointedly looking from the bag holding the chainsaw, to the axe she was carrying and back to Cassie.

‘Okay, good point. But… I don’t know… it’s just not something people do!’

Susan raised her other eyebrow as well. ‘Neither is cutting up your best friend, but I don’t recall that stopping us. Come on, what’s the worst that could happen? It’s not like it can hurt you.’

Susan grabbed Cassie’s arm and started dragging her across the road towards the pasture. Still unsure, Cassie struggled to come up with an excuse. ‘What if a car drives by and sees us?’

‘No problem, we’ll just lead the horse into that stable. That should provide enough cover.’

The stable in question stood in a corner of the pasture and was little more than four wooden walls and a corrugated iron roof, meant for the horse to shelter in when the weather was bad. Still, it served their purpose since the entrance faced away from the road. They put the chainsaw and the axe in a corner and walked back towards the stallion. The horse was brown, with a black mane and a white spot on its nose. When he lifted his head up, he stood a good two feet taller than the girls; they only came up to the top of its back. Susan stroked its nose. ‘Hello horsey,’ she thought, ‘How would you like to fuck my friend here?’

‘Susan!’

‘What? It’s not like he can hear me. Or understand me even if he did.’

‘Yeah, I guess… but still…’

‘Aww, don’t worry horsey. She’s just a little shy. But I bet that once you’re pistoning that thick cock of yours in and out of her she’ll have the time of her life.’

Cassie looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her up.

‘Oh come on, I was just teasing you. Here, just put your hand on his nose and stroke it.’ Susan guided her friend’s hand, who was soon petting the horse. He didn’t seem too skittish or aggressive, which was good.

“So how do we get him over to the stable?”, asked Cassie.

‘Hm. Good question.’ Susan walked behind the horse and tried pushing it with both hands, but the stallion didn’t move an inch.

“Come on, put your back into it!”

‘Ha ha. The least you could do is come over here and help. Or are you too gutless?’

“Okay, enough with the jokes already.” Cassie joined Susan at the horse’s rear and they both braced their shoulders against its hindquarters, trying to get it to move. They might as well have been trying to move the shed for all the effect they had. “Well, this clearly isn’t working,” said Cassie, “Got any other ideas?”

‘Well, they do say all men follow their dicks. I wonder if that applies to animals as well?’ Susan walked to the side of the horse and put her hand around its sizable member. She gently pulled on it and to her surprise the horse took a step forward. ‘Hey, it actually works!’ Step by step, she led the horse to the stable and closed the sliding door to prevent it from wandering off again. When she turned around, she saw Cassie staring at the horse’s cock with wide eyes. “It’s so big. There’s no way that’s ever going to fit in me,” she said. ‘Sure it will. We just need to make some preparations. Take off your coat,’ Susan thought while shrugging off her own, ‘and lie down here.’ Cassie did as she was told and Cassie knelt between her legs. ‘It’s just like sports,’ Susan explained, ‘you just need to stretch first.’ She gave her friend’s pussy a lick.

Clearly Cassie was starting to come around to the idea, as she could already taste some of her juices. She inserted her tongue, rubbing her top lip over the other girl’s clit. Once in a while she grazed it with her teeth. Once Cassie was starting to become sufficiently wet, she drew back her head and inserted three fingers into Cassie’s pussy, slowly going in and out while stroking her clit with her thumb. Soon, her pinky joined the other three fingers and not long after she managed to get her thumb in as well. She built up a steady rhythm of moving her fist back and forth, going a little deeper each stroke. After a minute or two her knuckles touched the back of Cassie’s womb.

Cassie had long since closed her eyes, enjoying the sensations of her friend’s arm sliding in and out of her. She too had felt Susan reach the back of her uterus. Being filled so completely felt great. This feeling was quickly replaced by one of emptiness, however, as Susan withdrew her arm completely. She could feel the fingers of Susan’s other hand slowly enter her. Now that her pussy had been stretched a little, it didn’t take nearly as long to establish the same rhythm as the one for the right arm. Once again, when Susan’s knuckles reached the back of her womb, she withdrew the arm completely. Curious to see what her friend was going to do now, Cassie opened her eyes.

She didn’t have to wait long as Susan plunged her right arm in all the way up to the elbow. Through the gaping hole in her stomach, she could see her uterus stretching to accommodate the entire length of the forearm. Immediately, Susan removed her right arm and inserted her left to the same depth. This process repeated for a couple minutes, each stroke traveling the entire length of her birth canal. Cassie couldn’t hold out much longer and when her pussy lips once again made contact with Susan’s elbow, she came explosively. Her walls clamped down hard on the other girl’s arm, which prevented her from pulling it out.

“Damn, that felt good,” she finally managed to get out.

‘Pfft. That was just the warm-up.’

“Oh?”

‘Yeah. I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but my arm –’ since her right arm was still trapped, she held up her left one, ‘– is quite a bit thinner than that horse’s cock. So there’s still more stretching to do.’ She gave another tug on her right arm and with a loud slurping sound managed to extract it from her friend. Now that she had both arms free again, she put her hands together and positioned the tips of her fingers at the entrance to Cassie’s pussy. Applying a little pressure, they sank in. With eight of her fingers now embedded, she quickly squeezed Cassie’s clit between her thumbs before tucking them between her other fingers and continuing her probing. Slowly but surely, both hands sank in up to the wrist.

Having gotten this far, she could start pumping her hands in and out. As Cassie’s pussy stretched further and further, she started slowly rotating her hands until she was plunging them in and out horizontally instead of vertically. She gradually started pushing in deeper now, changing up the rotation each time. When her hands had completely entered her uterus (which was made much easier by the lack of a cervix), she balled her hands into fists and pulled them out once more. She kept this up for a while, inserting her hands with the fingers extended and pressed together and withdrawing them as fists until she found she found she no longer needed to unclench her fists.

Cassie’s pussy was gaping wide now, and from the sounds of it she was close to another orgasm. Susan repositioned herself for optimal access and started fisting her friend with redoubled efforts. It wasn’t long before Cassie’s juices started squirting out from between her arms. Most of it missed her, since her spine was a rather narrow target. The ground behind her was getting drenched, though. She felt the walls of Cassie’s vagina clamp down on her, but she tried with all her might to keep her arms as far apart as she could. If this was going to work, Cassie’s pussy needed to be as wide as possible.

With Cassie lost in the throes of her orgasm and Cassie focused on stretching out her friend, neither girl noticed that the stallion had wondered up, drawn by the smell of sex, until he lowered his nose right down to Cassie’s pussy and gave a sniff, followed by a lick of his tongue. Cassie’s eyes flew open as she felt the horse’s tongue on her clit. ‘I think he wants to go next,’ Susan giggled. “Sure thing big boy, just give me a second to calm down.” They got up and found that when Cassie stood bent over she could just barely fit under the horse, which left her pussy in the perfect position relative to the horse’s cock. Cassie was holding her pussy lips spread wide while Susan guided the horse by pulling on his cock until it was positioned at her entrance.

‘Ready?”, Susan asked. “Ready as I’ll ever be, I guess.” Susan gave another pull and let go. The horse stepped forward and entered Cassie’s waiting pussy. Once he felt warm flesh squeeze the head of his cock he seemed to get the idea and took another step, thrusting forward until he bottomed out in her uterus. Wanting to get as good a view as possible, Susan laid down between Cassie’s and the horse’s legs, her face right under Cassie’s womb. The stallion had started pumping his cock in and out, and Susan had front row seats as she watched Cassie’s pussy lips stretching to cling to the invading shaft as he drew back, and collapsing into her pussy as he thrust forward. She saw how Cassie’s womb was distorted with each stroke.

“Oh my… god, this… is ama… zing!” Cassie called out, having to pause at the end of each stroke. The stallion kept up his furious assault, his cock now even bigger than when they started. After several minutes, Cassie could suddenly feel his cock start to twitch as the first blast of horse cum hit the back of her womb. Squirt after squirt followed and Susan could see Cassie’s womb bulge and distend to contain it all. With no cervix to contain it, some of the cum started spraying from the entrance of Cassie’s pussy and onto Susan’s legs. Susan was far too enthralled to notice this, however, as Cassie’s uterus had swelled even further.

The sensations were too much for Cassie and she came for the third time in twenty minutes. While the stallion’s cock was too stiff for her clenching muscles to make much of an impact, it did leave no alternative escape route for the cum that was still shooting from it. And while the womb is built to stretch significantly, it can only do so over long periods. As Cassie’s womb reached the limit of its elasticity, it tore with a loud pop, drowning Susan, who was still lying right under it, in a shower of horse semen. ‘Ugh, gross!’ Susan thought as she spit out a mouthful of horse cum. Her face and hair were absolutely covered in white goo. She tried wiping her eyes so she could at least see something. Having finally shot his load, the stallion stepped back and wandered over to a corner of the stable. Once Cassie’s orgasm had subsided, she stood up and examined the state of her ruined uterus. Fortunately it was only a tear, so she pressed the two sides together to mend the gash. She looked down at Susan and couldn’t stifle a laugh. Susan had managed to clear her eyes enough to open them, which allowed her to glare at Cassie.

‘Oh yeah? Let’s see how you like it!’ She scraped her hands along her cheeks, gathering up more white goo and flicked her hands, sending a spray of cum droplets flying at Cassie who, noticing that she was still standing right over Susan’s face, gave her womb a good squeeze, undoing Susan’s previous cleaning efforts when a fresh splash of cum erupted from her pussy. ‘Goddammit,’ Susan cursed as she sputtered out more horse cum, ‘this stuff is disgusting.’ Cassie was clutching her sides, howling with laughter. ‘You do know you’re going to pay for this, right?’ Cassie had no doubt she would. And it was totally worth it. “Come on, let’s go get cleaned up. I’m pretty sure there’s a lake nearby in the forest.”

They couldn’t wear the coats without getting cum all over them, so they picked them up along with the axe and chainsaw and left the stable. Peering around the corner to see if no cars were coming, the two practically naked girls ran across the road and into the forest. It didn’t take them long to find the lake. They dropped their stuff and pulled off their shoes and boots. ‘Hey Cassie, is it still called skinny dipping if you’re not actually wearing any skin?’ Susan wondered. “Not a clue,” replied Cassie as she dove into the lake. “Though I’d certainly say you’re skinny enough.” Susan followed her and started the process of cleaning her face and hair. When she thought she’d gotten most of it out, she looked over to Cassie, who seemed to be trying to fist herself. ‘What are you doing?’ she asked. “Well, I don’t want to give birth to a centaur in nine months, now do I? I’m trying to clean the cum from my womb, but I’m not having much luck,” Cassie said, pouting. ‘No wonder, you’re going about it all wrong. Here, let me.’

Cassie removed her fist from her pussy. Thanks to its recent stretching, it didn’t close completely. Susan inserted her own arm in one smooth movement. With her other, she pressed down on the top of Cassie’s womb, creating a fold, which she grabbed from the inside. Once she had a good grip on it, she retracted her arm, turning Cassie’s entire birth canal inside out. She started vigorously rubbing her hands over it, trying to clean it as best she could. ‘See? This way it’s much easier.’ Cassie didn’t respond. Nor did she really care about the cleaning anymore. She just wanted Susan to continue rubbing her. It felt kind of like being fucked, but… different. She closed her eyes, basking in the feeling. She should probably have known better.

Once Susan was finished cleaning every inch of her friend’s vagina and womb, she confirmed that Cassie still had her eyes closed and saw her opportunity to get some revenge. She grabbed the tube of Cassie’s vagina with both hands, placed her foot just to the side of Cassie’s pussy for more leverage and pulled with all her might. It tore loose, sending Cassie drifting away while Susan started swimming for the shore, her prize in hand. It took Cassie a second to realize what had happened, but once she saw her friend trying to get away as fast as possible and her missing reproductive system she got the picture and set off in hot pursuit of the triumphant thief.

Since fleeing through the dense forest would be nigh impossible, Susan started running around the edge of the lake when she reached the shore, trying to keep as much distance between herself and her pursuer. Unfortunately for her, Cassie was faster, and after a few laps around the lake Cassie grabbed Susan’s free arm, stopping her progress. Susan kept her other arm extended as far back as possible, preventing Cassie from getting to it. After several unsuccessful attempts at reclaiming her most private parts, Cassie suddenly had an idea and stopped her struggling. “You know, if think there’s one weakness of your current condition you’ve overlooked,” she said. ‘Oh? And what, pray tell, is that?’

Cassie wrapped one hand around one of Susan’s lower vertebrae, placed the other against the vertebrae above it and lifted her left knee to rest it against Susan’s pelvis. Comprehension of what was about to happen to her dawned on Susan’s face as Cassie gave a sharp tug, severing the spinal cord and sending the two halves of Susan crashing to the ground. Wasting no time, Cassie grabbed Susan’s arm and dragged her upper half over to where they’d put down the axe and chainsaw. She picked up the axe and swung down, severing Susan’s right shoulder from her spine. Another swing removed her other shoulder as well. She lifted Susan, who had now been reduced to just a head and spine, up by her ponytail.

“Sub-Zero wins. Flawless victory,” she announced.

Susan gave her a blank look.

“Seriously? You’ve never heard of Mortal Kombat?”

Susan tried shrugging her shoulders, but quickly realized the folly of that. ‘Sorry, doesn’t ring any bells.’

“Ugh. Don’t they teach you kids anything worthwhile in school these days? Oh, never mind. I know from first-hand experience that they don’t. Okay, the next time you come over to my house I’m going to educate you in one of the classics of the fighting game genre. And who knows? We might even pick up some good ideas to try out ourselves,” Cassie said, wiggling her eyebrows. ‘Looking forward to it. But for now, would you mind putting me back together so we can get back home?’ Susan asked. “Not a chance.” Cassie dropped Susan’s head into the bag containing the chainsaw, used the axe to divide Susan’s arms at the elbow and tossed those pieces in as well. Walking over to where Susan’s lower body was still lying on the ground, she divided it into five pieces by chopping off her legs at the knees and hips and added them as well. She put on her coat, picked up all of their stuff and set off for Susan’s house.