Amalgamation 2
Or: How Cera ended up with a glow in the dark dick
Cera let out a huge yawn. Granted, now that he was almost nine feet tall (275cm), and well over 400 lbs (182kg), a lot of things he did were huge, but this was for a different reason.
For the past few weeks, Cera had been getting used to his new body. Currently, he sported the legs of a wolf, the torso and arms of a gorilla, the mane of a lion, the snout and tusks of a boar, the teeth of a gator, long pointed ears, and a pair of horns.
However, something still felt missing. A minor detail that he just couldn't quite put his finger on.
"Yo, Marshall." Cera called into the kitchen. A large, chubby gorilla appeared in the doorway, buck naked and grinning. Marshall was Cera's go-to for body parts and the like, for the past few years they've been great friends, and as of late, occasionally sex partners.
"Whats up?"
"I'm thinking about doing a few minor tweaks today. Wanna come body hunting with me?" Cera asked casually. Since having oral sex with random strangers in order to copy their traits was a normal thing to him, he spoke about it rather lightly.
"Aw, don't tell me you're getting rid of this one already? I like it."
Cera shook his head. "Nah, its too early for that. Besides, I wouldn't want to deprive you of looking at something as hot as me all day."
Marshall rolled his eyes. "Whatever dude. What did you have in mind?"
"No clue." He said with a shrug. "I figured we'd go out and take a look at today's local selection."
"You sound like you're going grocery shopping."
Cera borrowed some pants from Marshall, but went without a shirt, as the mid July sun was quite happy to warm up the small town.
The took a seat outside their favorite cafe, and people watched. Ordering some sandwiches when they got hungry.
"What about that one?"
"Nah, to purple."
"Okay, him?"
"Maybe."
"Her?"
"Nah."
"What about..." Marshall froze mid sentence. He was at a loss for words to describe what lay before him.
It appeared to be some sort of bear like creature, but it was made entirely out of a translucent gold fluid. Whatever it was, it sat down at the table across from the pair, and ordered a sandwich.
"What about... that?" Marshal whispered the last part, hoping the slime creature didn't hear them and become offended.
Cera grinned mischievously. "Oh, I've never tried that before. I bet it would be interesting."
Marshall shrugged. He didn't really understand Cera's thought process sometimes, but whatever. If it kept the kid happy, he didn't have a problem with it. "Go get 'em, big guy." He said, giving Cera a pat on the back.
Cera sauntered over to the slime creature, and sat down. "Hey, I'm Cera. I couldn't help but notice your shimmering form when you sat down at the table across from us, and I must say, I'm quite intrigued by your presence."
The creature wobbled slightly, dropping its sandwich in shock. "Ah... um..." it stuttered. "You see... I sat here because I wanted to check you out as well. Not to sound perverted, but I think you're pretty hot."
Cera grinned. He couldn't help but feel some pride in his looks. At least someone other than his perv of an ape friend found him attractive. "Well, that's two things we have in common."
"Wh-what is the first one?" the slime creature asked cautiously.
"We both like the same kind of sandwiches." He pointed down to where the decimated food lay on its tray. "An excellent choice."
"Its my favorite... I haven't been able to come down here and get it recently. Work and all, you know?"
Cera nodded, despite having no concept of work other than the short time he was in porn. The royalties were enough to let him have a modest living, though he was fired after spontaneously developing the ability to breathe fire, and scorching another actor's...
well, you can fill in the rest.
Nonetheless, his occasional check from that was enough to pay for food, and housing, though he mostly stayed with Marshall now.
"A-anyway... I'm Knapp. Its uh, nice to meet you."
Marshall headed home, leaving Cera and Knapp to get better acquainted. It didn't take long for Cera to worm his way into Knapp's home, and bed. Apparently the slime creature was a fan of Cera's work. Though, it took some convincing that they were one and the same, given his vastly differing appearance now, Knapp was all to happy to let Cera demonstrate some of his old tactics.
The slime creature laid spread out on the bed. As far as Cera could tell, it had no visible genitalia, but he wasn't about to let that stop him. With his usual gusto, he went straight for the slime's crotch, and begin to work at it, eliciting several moans and whines from them.
The creature tasted a bit like honey and lemon, to Cera's amusement, and was more than willing to let it into his mouth. At first it seemed like nothing was happening, chance wise, so he simply let himself enjoy the moment.
The slime was no slouch either. Within moments, it was pushing itself into Cera's mouth. At first Cera was shocked, fearing that he might hurt the creature, or that it might asphyxiate him, but the creature slid down his throat with little resistance, and planted itself in his stomach, where it continued to shake and rub itself on him.
Cera sat up on the bed, utterly confused. While it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, far from it, in fact, he was still trying to comprehend what just happened. Did he just kill it? Was it living in him? He wasn't sure how it was going to get out, if it was going to at all. Would it just pass through his digestive tract? Would he give birth to it, somehow?
Lost in thought, he didn't notice the rubbing and vibrating moving from his belly to his crotch until a wave of pleasure shook him out of it. Looking down he noticed he was incredibly hard, and suddenly he understood how the creature was going to get out.
Gingerly, he began to massage his dick, gradually increasing his speed. It was an indescribable feeling. The creature had settled in his balls, weighing them down, and he began to massage them in an attempt to relieve the tightness. He let out a grunt, which became a moan, and then a roar as he fell back onto the bed and came, shooting the creature into the air, and on to his enormous stomach.
The creature reassembled itself as Cera attempted to collect his thoughts.
"That was... nice." It said.
"It was certainly a first for me." Cera admitted.
"I hope you liked it."
Cera could only nod.
As evening rolled around, Cera bid goodbye to the creature, and headed back to Marshall's apartment, only to find the gorilla waiting eagerly by the front door, a maniacal grin on his face.
"What?" Cera asked suspiciously.
"Well? How did it go? What happened?"
Cera attempted to explain the events as best he could, savoring the myriad of faces Marshall made in response to each part.
"Dude that sounds kinky as fuck." Marshall finally said, after two minutes of silence.
"It was wild. Too bad nothing came from it."
"Yeah, but at least you gave the kid a good time." He heaved himself up off the chair. "I'm ordering out tonight. Want anything specific?"
"Nah, I'm cool with whatever." Cera said. "I'm gonna go wash up though. I feel... sticky."
"Didn't need to know that." Marshall said flatly.
As Cera stripped down and got into the shower, he decided to take this opportunity to check himself out. Maybe it was something he couldn't see? Like on his head or something?
But in that case, Marshall would have mentioned it, right?
He froze as he checked himself out.
"MARSHALL!!" He yelled loudly.
The primate came in as fast as he could, nearly taking the door off its hinges. "Whats wrong? Are you alright?"
Cera became red in the face. "Please... look at my crotch." He said, nervously.
"Dude?"
"Just do it! I want to make sure I'm not seeing things."
Marshall did as asked. Bending down, he was at eye level with Cera's dick. It didn't take long for him to start snickering.
"Tell me the truth, how bad is it?" Cera asked.
"Dude, you're dick's a fucking glow wand. It can't get much worse." He was nearly doubled over in laughter. "Th-the veins are like, bright yellow man, it looks like someone dipped your junk in a fucking nuclear waste barrel.
"Please tell me its just the veins."
Marshall shook his head. "Y-your balls... look... like hairy fireflies."
"Thanks man."
Marshal got up, and left the bathroom. "Make sure you put some pants on man, I don't need that blinding me while I'm eating dinner."
"Wow fuck you too."