Chapter #5Juniper and Ashely by: Mr.Y   Chapter by Acorns551
Juniper and Ashley, your two siblings. Although you would've liked to start big and bombastic you decided it would be for the best to start small and work your way out into more complex fusions. You imagined the ring would probably rewrite reality to where instead of having two siblings you only had one, now if she was older than you or not was a toss-up in the air, you weren't sure how the ring would exactly do its magic.
Now onto the main event.
You imagined your elder sister, Juniper, in your mind. Her appearance filled your thoughts; young adult, slightly below the average height of an American woman, with long black hair that was neatly combed and tied into a bun with her bangs pinned to the side with a hair clip, an oval-shaped face that housed a pair of thin lips, broad-triangular nose, and dark brown eyes that were accentuated by her square-framed glasses. She wore khaki pants and a collared college-branded polo shirt; even though she dressed modestly in comparison to most women you know she was still quite the looker.
Next, you imagined your younger sibling, Ashley. She was a little more "heftier" than Juniper but not in a bad way; a lot of her extra pounds went to her breasts, which sat at a comfortable C cup compared to her elder sister's B, although her bottom wasn't as proportioned and toned as Juniper's it was slightly bigger and had more of a gelatinous composition. She took more of her mother's side of the gene pool, rounder face, cute chubby-ish cheeks, and a button nose to top it off, her lips were thin like the rest of your family's but she had your father's slight cleft chin. She often wore her long black hair down with no attempts to comb or detangle which led to a bed-head hairstyle. Ashley from all the times you've been with her wore a sweater and an old pair of sweat shorts that she outgrew a year or so ago.
"Okay, let's do it." You said to the ring, rubbing your thumb across the barely visible engravings that were etched into the ring, your thumb leaving the writing illuminated with a blue glow. You forced the two images in your head to blend together by crossing your eyes, your head began to feel a pulsating headache in the back of your skull and the finger that held the ring began to go numb. Your sense of self began to loosen as you felt yourself melt through the back of your office chair and drip onto the carpet floor.
"Holy Shii..." Your voice flipped between octaves and languages as if you were being thrown into different bodies, and with a sudden tug at the nap of your neck you felt your entire body get pulled seemingly through the house, your vision blurred so you couldn't quite make out where you were going.
Just as fast as this sensation happened, it ended just as abruptly. You coughed slightly, a puff of dust rubbing the inside of your nostrils. You looked around to gain some sense of location; you were still in your room but with some minor differences, some of your furniture was in different locations and your tv was a different brand you haven't heard of before.
"What the fuck is a Samsung?" You shook your head in confusion and looked at your ring, it was burning an intense blue glow that disappeared as soon as you looked down at it, and you wondered what the ring exactly did. Before you can really delve into the exact inner workings of the artifact a quick knock at the door and opening of it broke your concentration.
"Yo Nicky, mom wanted to know whether you wanted hamburger helper or tuna helper for supper?" A girl said at the entrance of the door, her voice uniform with a slight southern twang you all had in this part of Atlanta. A twinge of anger overtook your mind as you blurted out in response, "My name's Nick, not Nicky? Who the hell names their kid Nicky?"
"Our Mom you jackass. Just tell me what you want or I'll just tell her you want tuna helper," she said in a quick retort, she leaned against the frame of the door with her shoulder. You shook your head as you tried to look at her face; it was...familiar and reminded you of...your sisters. Your mind finally made the connection, this is the fusion of your sisters.
She had a mixture of your siblings' features. Her face was rounded like Ashley's but had the broad nose and eyes of Juniper. Her hair was tied into a messy bun that had her bangs pinned to the side of her face. Her body was a blend of Juniper's thin and perky body and Ashley's plumper and filled build, leaving her with a pair of breasts that were between the sizes of the sisters, Juniper's thinner waist, and Ashley's ass size but with Juniper's proportions, which made her neither top heavy nor bottom heavy but a well-rounded woman. She wore a collared shirt under a thin high school-themed sweater with a slightly ill-fitting khaki short that looked worn out.
Again your train of thought was rudely interrupted by her voice again, "Tuna helper it is-"
"W-wait, what's your name?"
A quizzical expression drew across your new sister's face, "My name?"
"Yes! Your name. N-A-M-E."
"Stop fucking with me Nicky, I'll punch you in the throat." She crossed her arms in front of her chest in a gesture of seriousness. You shake your head in defeat as you rise from your chair and walk over to her. She's the same height as Juniper, who is slightly shorter than her younger sister; you have to crane your next slightly in order to look at her in the eyes, she is not intimidated at all and refolds her arms to emphasize her point.
"Hamburger helper." You sigh in defeat.
"Good, follow me downstairs there's something I wanted to show you." Her tone of voice shifted dramatically from her serious broodiness to a lighter and much more enthusiastic tone as she spinned on her heel and went down the staircase. Following her closely you couldn't but look at her ass as she went down each step; there was a subtle but enticing jiggle to it, her khaki shorts straining to contain her assets.
_'God damn it Nick we might live in the South but I ain't about that life.' _You said to yourself, facepalming in a mixture of disgust and odd arousal.
'Maybe this is a bad idea, unfuse them and maybe pick someone who isn't in my family, I don't know though. No one would ever know that I would have..." You shake your head again as your face flushes like your sister would never agree to....but the ring, the ring is able to bend reality; you could literally make her like you (you feel your small moral compass almost slip out of your hands just by thinking that).  indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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