Ex-Girlfriends (Patreon)

It’s a well-known fact that many couples, at some point in their relationship, enthusiastically declare their desire to be together forever. While this is obviously an idealization, it’s nonetheless true that some couples have fulfilled this desire thanks to a fusion mutation. Women whose bodies are activated by this specific mutant factor find themselves physically fused with their partners, whether male, female, or mutant. These unions can range from complete fusion, forming an entirely new person, to partial or conjoined fusion, where each individual retains their own mind.

In an ideal romantic scenario, this would be the ultimate way to be a couple. But a fused relationship isn’t immune to the problems any ordinary couple might face, even when that problem is breaking up, though, of course, ending a relationship with someone who is literally attached to you is… complicated.

Ragna walked through the supermarket aisles carrying her basket. She was a mutant who was hard to miss: nearly two meters tall, with an Amazonian build that combined muscle and curves in an almost sculptural way. Her pointed ears, prehensile tail, and her futanari condition, made evident by the sizable penis between her legs, already made her striking.

But what really drew stares—long, curious, sometimes uneasy—was Nina.

The petite girl’s head emerged from Ragna’s torso, right between her breasts, as if the larger woman’s body were embracing her from within. To an observer, she might recall the figureheads that once adorned ancient ships, though in this case, the ship was Ragna’s own curvaceous form.

A year ago, they had been girlfriends. Nine months later, an unexpected mutation fused Nina to Ragna’s body. At first, it was love, nervous laughter, promises of forever. But love doesn’t always survive constant cohabitation, especially between people who hadn’t known each other long.

They were no longer a couple. Just… inseparable.

“Don’t forget the rice,” Nina said, almost scolding.

“It’s on the list,” Ragna replied, her jaw tight.

“And if you’re getting juice, make it low-calorie.”

“I’m not buying juice full of chemical sweeteners,” Ragna said. “That stuff is worse for you.”

“Then at least dilute mine with water.”

They continued bickering as they entered the personal care aisle. Suddenly, Ragna reached out and grabbed a pack of XL condoms. Nina immediately went on alert.

“If you’re thinking about action with me tonight, you’re getting your hopes up.”

“Wasn’t planning on using them on you,” Ragna replied without looking at her.

“…Excuse me? What’s your plan, then?”

“We broke up two months ago. I think I have the right to get back in the game.”

“You’re forgetting I’m right here,” Nina protested. “You can’t just leave me out of the equation.”

“I could put a balaclava on you or something.”

“Don’t even think about it. I’m not some pimple you can hide. Besides, I could get a date easier than you.”

“Really?” Ragna asked, almost laughing. “Come on, you’re an anomaly stuck to my body.”

Nina bit her lip, then sighed deeply and raised her head to look directly at Ragna. “Fine. Let’s make a bet. Whoever gets a phone number gets to reboot their sex life first.”

“Okay, this’ll be fun,” Ragna said. “Men or women?”

“Doesn’t matter. We’re both bisexual.”

“Deal. And since I’m sure you’ll fail, you can go first.”

“Don’t complain when you lose,” Nina said confidently. She scanned the aisle and soon spotted an interesting guy, maybe a little younger than her. “I think I’ve found my prey.”

“Seriously? That skinny kid?”

“My prey, not yours. Now take me over there, or I’ll move us myself.” Nina concentrated, and Ragna’s legs began to shuffle clumsily forward.

“Hey! Don’t! I’m in heels, we’ll fall. Fine, I’ll take you.” Ragna steered them toward the boy.

“Hi there,” Nina said sweetly. “Do you always shop this late, or is today special? I haven’t seen you around before.”

The boy startled at the unusual pair, but couldn’t help blushing at Nina’s smile.

“First time at this store. I’d remember if I’d seen you.”

“Well, I wouldn’t mind meeting more often. We could even go for coffee…” Mid-sentence, Ragna’s penis began to rise noticeably in front of him.

“Sorry, kid,” Ragna cut in. “Our ‘little friend’ got a bit excited about you.”

“Oh… I see. I’m, uh, running late anyway. Nice talking to you two.” He vanished down the aisle.

“You sabotaged me!”

“Did you a favor. He wasn’t that open-minded,” Ragna said dryly. “My turn.”

Ragna scanned the area and spotted a fit woman in workout clothes near the smoothies. She walked over confidently.

“That one’s good, but the one up top is even better,” Ragna offered.

The woman looked at her, then at Nina, surprised. “Oh, wow. Thanks. That’s a… unique setup you two have.”

“Thanks. Unusual, I know. But believe me, I’ve got surprises to share.”

“BUUURRP!”

A loud belch erupted from Nina’s small frame, making both Ragna and the woman jump.

“Sorry,” Nina chirped. “Reflux.”

“Reflux?” the woman asked.

“Among other things. When you merge, you merge the illnesses too. Physical, mental… unresolved traumas.”

“Oh… okay. That sounds intense.” The woman offered an awkward smile. “Thanks for the tip. Bye.”

She hurried away.

“What the hell?” Ragna snapped.

“You sabotaged me first.”

“That wasn’t sabotage! You were two steps from telling her we had an STD!”

“Well… okay, maybe I went too far. A little.” Nina looked down.

They stood in silence for a moment.

“This isn’t going to work,” Ragna muttered.

“No one said it would be easy,” Nina replied softly. “But I’m not disappearing just because you wish I would.”

They paid and walked to their shared apartment. Ragna closed the door a little too hard and dropped the bag on the table.

They sighed in unison.

“We’re doomed to be alone forever,” Ragna said.

“Seems that way,” Nina conceded. “Unless…”

“Unless what?”

“We find someone we both like,” Nina declared. “We don’t work as a couple with each other, but maybe we could work as a couple with someone else.”

Ragna thought it over. “Could work. I propose a truce.”

“Truce,” Nina agreed. Then, after a pause: “Hey, you did get the condoms, right?”

“Truce over already?”

“…I admit I’m feeling a little needy too.”

Ragna smiled. Beneath her skirt, just above where her penis hung, was the lower part of Nina’s torso—and the pink, fleshy vagina that completed it. Ragna took the box from the bag.

“Guess it was a good purchase after all,” she said, tearing open a condom.