Loose Ends: Cal & Howie

Chapter 9: Merging Advances

Tommy took Cal to a private room; the area was equipped with a bed designed more for solid crew members working on the station on temporary deployment. On top of that, it had a small wet bar with a built-in coffee machine, a small couch, and a viewer. Cal didn't hesitate to sit on the bed; having been on his feet for more than 13 hours, he exhaled a sigh of relief as he sat down. "I can see you're comfortable... it's been a while since I've done this. So I'm a little rusty."  Cal moved his tail, "Relax." Tommy was hesitant at first but shrugged. He turned and closed the door. Cal invited Tommy to sit beside him. Tommy snuggled up closer to Cal, eyeing the bunny with interest. Cal tried not to notice so much. "Hey... before we do it... can I feel your muscles..?" Tommy asked seriously, and Cal arched an eyebrow. He propped up and looked at Tommy, "You want to feel my muscles?" Cal exhaled something of a gasp and a chuckle. Tommy sat up, too, and eagerly waited for a response. Cal was still warming up to Tommy, and Tommy thought it was cute! He was so mysterious. "Hm," Cal sounded and held out his sleeved arm. An indication of shyness?

Regardless, Tommy did not hesitate to rub and caress, "Wow! Rock solid! I don't have that much control over my form. But if I could stay all beefy like this, I would!" Tommy slowly turned Cal's hand around and rubbed his inner palm... Cal had been a part of information merges before, but there usually wasn't this much... physical contact. Regardless, Tommy's warm hands felt nice; Cal blushed again; he rubbed the back of his head with his free hand, "It's not that hard... I uh... lift sometimes, too." Tommy nodded in understanding, "Why do you wear this?" Tommy inquired. Cal shrugged. "I... I'm not sure." He answered. He was sure. He just didn't want to tell.

Tommy took that as a challenge and slowly undid the bonds that held his arm storage, and Cal squared his shoulders as he heard the familiar velcro unfasten. Tommy held his wrist and attempted to keep him relaxed. "It's okay! I wanna see." Tommy edged closer and then, with both hands from the base of Cal's shoulder, with his permission— pulled down and freed him from his arm sock; Cal even made it easier by once again holding his arm out straight... He wasn't sure why he was so relaxed... maybe it was because the two had only been in contact for a few hours, and Cal was already developing some infatuation with this smaller Omeocoon. His strength, stealth, and willingness to put himself in danger to protect Kipp were all reasons for wanting to be with Tommy; Kori provided a reason for them to merge. Tommy smoothly pulled down Cal's arm sleeve, much like removing a tube sock... not that he would know what that feels like anyway. He'd never worn a pair of socks in his life. The snug fabric yielded without resistance, unveiling Cal's arm gradually. Initially reserved, Cal allowed the garment to slide down effortlessly, exposing the hidden narratives etched onto his skin.

As the sleeve reached Cal's wrist, Tommy marveled at the seamless design and the ease with which it revealed the history beneath. The exposed limb, adorned with scars and markings, bore witness to a journey that Tommy approached with fascination and respect.

Cal's muscles, liberated from the encircling fabric, responded with a subtle relaxation. The arm sleeve now rolled down, showed off intricate details that made it a distinctive part of Cal's identity.

Tommy's exploration continued, his fingers tracing the contours of Cal's arm. The garment now pooled around Cal's wrist, resembled a canvas of experiences. Tommy observed the texture of the fabric, the artistry that transformed it into more than just a covering.

Meeting Tommy's gaze, Cal acknowledged the unveiling with a silent understanding. The removal of the arm sleeve became an act of shared intimacy, a seamless transition from concealment to revelation.

In the simplicity of pulling down the arm sleeve, a more profound connection unfolded between Tommy and Cal. Tommy pulled it off completely and tossed it aside. The garment, now a discarded sheath on the floor, symbolized not only the exposure of skin but also a willingness to share a part of oneself that was usually tucked away. Cal leaned in and kissed Tommy, which caught him off guard. He was gentle but very passionate.

Yet the gesture felt like a culmination of the shared vulnerability in that moment. Tommy, initially surprised, melted into the kiss, sensing a profound connection that transcended physicality.

Cal's eyes, usually guarded and reserved as they broke the kiss, reflected a newfound openness. The unspoken understanding lingered between them, a bridge built through shared revelations and the unveiling of personal stories etched on Cal's skin.

Tommy whispered, "Thank you for letting me in." Cal offered a faint smile, a subtle acknowledgment of the trust that had been established. Once concealed, the scars on his arm were laid bare, becoming a testament to resilience, strength, and the shared scars of a healing planet.

The duo sat on the plush bed, surrounded by the remnants of a planet still on the mend. The scars on Cal's arm mirrored the healing scars of their home world. Together, they found solace in the quietness of their sanctuary. This 'investigation' was much more... intimate than the two would've wanted it to be. What would Kori say?

"Can I let you in a little further?" Cal proposed, his tail wriggling with happiness, his heart beating profusely in his chest, and soon Cal took Tommy by his arms, kissing him a little rougher this time. Cal smoothly lowered Tommy onto the bed. Cal removed the rest of his garments with audible unzipping and shuffling as he wriggled out of his pants and exposed his tail. Cal hugged Tommy tightly, the Goo-Squirrel finding Cal's large, warm arms comforting. Cal kept his eyes locked on Tommy as he allowed them to dance together until Cal got the size difference just right, their tails fused together, moving as one. Cal squeezed one eye closed and exhaled a shaky breath of ecstasy as he felt Tommy's thoughts, feelings, and mind flow with his. They were surprisingly compatible. Cal kissed Tommy again, and verbal communication was no longer necessary. Cal could see and feel everything. Their hug eventually became a melding hug, which eventually evolved into their bodies becoming a large lump of green and orange goop. Unlike previous merges, their colors did not combine— but the sensation was the same. Cal kneaded their form without hesitation, and he wasn't rough. Very gentle.

As Cal and Tommy embraced on the lush patch of bedding, their bodies fused together in a mesmerizing dance of shared consciousness, their minds melded seamlessly, creating a shared space where each could perceive the other's thoughts and emotions as if they were their own. It was a dance of mutual understanding, where the boundaries between Cal and Tommy blurred, and a shared consciousness emerged.

Cal and Tommy experienced a profound sense of unity in this merged state. Their individual identities became threads woven into a shared tapestry of sensations and thoughts. The melding was not just a physical entwining of tails and bodies; it was a deep exploration of their inner selves, a communion that surpassed the limitations of spoken language.

As the fusion continued, they felt heightened empathy, a shared heartbeat, and an intimate connection transcending the physical realm. Their bodies, now moving in perfect unison, symbolized the seamless integration of two beings into a harmonious whole.

With their minds as conduits, the melding hug became a celebration of vulnerability, trust, and acceptance. It was a dance that echoed the healing of the planet around them, a testament to the resilience of life and the transformative power of genuine connection.

Cal and Tommy found a language beyond words in this merged state—a silent symphony of emotions and shared experiences, binding them together in a unique and extraordinary union. Tommy could confirm Cal had no hostile intentions. He found that out quickly... but something kept him with Cal... he wanted it.