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  "writing": "[center][b]﻿BINARY STAR SYNDROME[/b][/center]\n[b][center]A study of self-duplication[/center][/b]\n\nIn the dark of a young girl’s bedroom, there came a deep, droning sound.\n\nIt was a sweet sound, flavored like a good synthetic honey. Dixie was not usually the type to be moved by works of color or sound, but that noise and flashing green light spoke to her soul in a way that was truly unique. It represented the outcome of a dozen sleepless cycles - feverish work, night by night, that provided no immediate gratification. Not until it was all completed, down to the last minute detail.\n\nThe result of all that grueling work was an extremely illegal type of being: a completely undiluted, identical duplicate. She stood in the shadow of Dixie’s room, as she had been for a very long time, waiting for the day that she was finally brought online. Until then, she had been nothing but a voluptuous, thick-assed statue. But now, she would taste life for the first time - her memories and senses would soon converge into the simulacrum of consciousness.\n\nThe process was tedious, and very sensitive to error. Dixie’s patience ran thin by the time it was over. And yet, she persisted - such was her desire for the end result.\n\nWhy would a young anthroid go through such an arduous process just to get their paws on a clone? There was certainly a lot to dissuade one from doing such a thing. There was the tremendous cost of buying all of the required parts, as well as the time-consuming process of putting them all together by hand. And perhaps it would be easier to do if duplication was not illegal on the RIDE - in fact, the unlicensed production of a working clone was punishable by up to twenty-five cycles in prison. All of these factors together made it generally impossible for the average droid to produce a duplicate without being caught.\n\nHowever, Dixie was not an average droid.\n\nThe young fox stopped to admire her ass in the reflection of the duplicate’s metal plates. It was one of the many assets that she had grown proud of over the cycles. She had always been driven by a tremendous sense of self-importance - a level of narcissism that placed her, in her mind, above all others in her age group. She had enjoyed a life of manipulating others and reducing them into toys for her amusement.\n\nBut, in recent cycles she had grown bored with her favorite hobby. The victims were starting to blur together - many were unremarkable  or so woefully pathetic that they weren’t deserving of her worst. It was for this reason that Dixie sought to clone herself - after all, what better company than the most beautiful and interesting girl she knew?\n\nShe understood that it wouldn’t be easy to do. Luckily, she was in a unique position that made it a bit more feasible. For one, her parents were renowned Genesystems scientists - one was a biotechnician, and the other was a mechanical engineer. Their line of work gave them access to things that most other droids could not even imagine having.\n\nNaturally, this meant that it was possible for Dixie to get ahold of the parts she needed very quickly. It made it much simpler to assemble a duplicate - instead of buying parts piecemeal and waiting ages for all of them to arrive, she could just get them directly from the manufacturer. No need to cut out the middleman if the middleman is your parents, after all.\n\nThe hard part was dealing with the duplication software. The program itself was very difficult to find and even more difficult to use - it had been leaked onto the RIDE network by some unknown Genesystems employee. The company was licensed to produce duplicates for the purpose of preserving the life of critically damaged droids. To do this, they used a software that was clunky and arcane even for the most experienced technician. But, after slaving away over the computer for five consecutive nights, Dixie managed to figure out how to use the software to copy her entire personality onto the duplicate.\n\nAnd finally, it was completed. A dormant droid on the plug platform, ready to be powered on for the very first time. She was the mirror image of her maker - a stunning fox on a sturdy frame, with thick red plates filling out her curvaceous figure. Her pudgy belly and crotch was made up of immaculate black rubbergel, as smooth and clean as freshly-oiled latex. And when Dixie pulled all of her clothes off and stood naked before the droid, the two became indistinguishable from eachother.\n\n“Thus you will be Dixie B,” mused Dixie to herself. “And you will be flawless…just like me.”\n\nThe lights clicked on one by one - first the status indicators, and then the crimson red accent lights. The entire battery array - central and auxiliary - was operating at full capacity. Dixie had done an excellent wiring job. After that, the systems throughout the body were tested one by one, to make sure they were operating as intended before the CPU was brought online.\n\nOne final tone indicated that the boot was completed. And then, the clone began to stir, rising from total non-existence to full awareness all in one moment.\n\nThe duplicate raised her head to look at Dixie, scanning the room to get a sense for where she was. Then she stepped off the platform, yanking the plugs out of her back as she approached the original.\n\n“This…isn’t where I normally charge.”\n\nDixie laughed and gave the clone a slap across her right asscheek. The impact rippled all across her rubbergel. “That’s because you’re the clone, you dumb bitch!”\n\nThe duplicate winced as her sensory network registered, for the first time, the feeling of pain - the stimulating sensation of being slapped hard on the ass. It was sudden, but it was familiar - she knew what it was supposed to feel like, and yet it still felt like she was being spanked for the very first time.\n\n“What the fuck are you talking about?”\n\n“You are Dixie B. I made you to be identical to me, in every way. You remember when I started this project? You remember working on your own body?”\n\nThe realization hit Dixie B like a piece of orbital debris. The way her jaw dropped and her oculars widened, the shock was very clearly written on her face. She had just encountered the truth of her own existence - that of a duplicate, whose memories were identical to the original’s up until Dixie’s very last CPU scan.\n\n“Fuck, this…this is so weird,” whispered Dixie B. “I remember this room. But…I’ve never been in this room before, have I? Not awake, anyway.”\n\n“Now you’re getting the hang of it. Do you know why I made you?”\n\nDixie B eyed the original with an unusual look on her face - the kind that said more than words were ever capable of saying. There was something hungry shining in those oculars - something horny pulling at the edges of her mechanical maw. Dixie knew that look well - it was her own, after all. And she knew exactly what it meant.\n\nDixie backed into the edge of the table and then laid herself down across the top of it.\n\n“You know what I want.”\n\nDixie B glanced briefly over her shoulder. The original knew that hesitance - the kind that existed only briefly in her own mind. She knew exactly what the clone was thinking.\n\n“Bitch, what makes you think I’m gonna be doing all the work?”\n\n“I think that sucking on a clone’s asshole would not be befitting of me,” said Dixie. “That’s why you’re gonna do it. It’s what you wanted, remember?”\n\nWhat I wanted…?\n\nA thought resonated from the depths of Dixie B’s memory. Some sort of feeling that came about on lonely, sleepless nights. She remembered wondering what it would be like to be the one at the mercy of another - to be the hapless victim of another droid’s perverted desires. She had been a domineering girl for much of her life, but she never considered the alternative until fairly recently. And over the course of a couple cycles, this curiosity grew into an obsession, which then became reality in the form of Dixie B herself.\n\nDixie pulled her legs all the way back, until her mountain of an ass was raised in the air. She spread them apart just enough that the duplicate could get a good view of her asshole, and see her face smiling up at her from below.\n\n“Quit thinking about it and get in here. Right now.”\n\nThe clone’s tail swayed a bit eagerly as she approached. It almost seemed that she was trying to suppress her excitement, the same way Dixie often did around others. But, soon she came to the realization that there was no point in hiding how she felt. What would she possibly hide from herself, even if she could?\n\nShe drew close to the edge of the table and stared down over Dixie’s fat rubbergel ass. The gorgeous fox was laid out on the surface, folded in half at the pelvic joints. The sturdy red shell plates and naked black rubbergel that made up her curvaceous figure were all on display. It was nothing like looking in a mirror - no reflection could ever be this present, nor could it be worshipped so thoroughly.\n\n“You’re gonna do it exactly the way I like it,” purred Dixie. “What am I always saying?\n\nKiss it like you love it. That’s what you always say.\n\nThe duplicate had recollections of memories that did not belong to her. Memories of faces that had never touched her ass, of words that had never come out of her mouth, of droids that she had never met. An entire life that she swore she lived, but she technically was never there for. Perhaps that would have been horrifying for any other clone, but for Dixie B, all it did was make her wet.\n\n“I know what I’m doing,” scoffed Dixie B. “You don’t need to remind me; you know I have memories of all the little droids we’ve played with.”\n\n“Sure. But now, you’re the one being played with.” Dixie flashed her jagged teeth at the duplicate in a wide-open smile. “Do you get it now?\n\nIn that moment, Dixie B realized what her function really was. She had been built for the sole purpose of worshipping the original. It was her duty, as a duplicate, to be the lesser of two identical individuals. This is what she came to understand as she placed her paws on Dixie’s ass and pulled her cheeks apart.\n\n“Can’t believe how big my ass is,” whispered Dixie B. “I’ve been carrying it around for so long, but I never got to look at it up close until now…”\n\nDixie raised a curious eyebrow. “Yeah? What do you think, slut?”\n\nDixie B took a deep, shaky breath.\n\n“Fuck, I need it…”\n\nNo more words after that - she would say the rest with her tongue. She dove into Dixie’s ass and licked it up from top to bottom, dragging her tongue all the way up the length of the fox’s generous asscrack.\n\n“Yeah, get into it…nice and deep. I know you love this ass as much as I do.”\n\nThe clone’s head buzzed as she processed the words coming out of Dixie’s mouth. She was certain there was not a single universe where she would need to be told that twice. And so, she took a deep breath, and plunged her snout deep into the fox’s asshole.\n\nSuddenly she was up to her eyes in rubbergel. Half of her field of view was taken up by Dixie’s enormous ass - the other was her gorgeous, plump upper half. The clone could see the original snickering at her as she circled the rim of her hole.\n\n“You like that, don’t you?” Snickered Dixie. “You’ve been alive for five minutes and already you’re licking my asshole like a starving dog.”\n\nDixie B’s oculars swiveled in their sockets to make eye contact with the original. She couldn’t say anything with Dixie’s asshole in her mouth, but there was no need to say much when communicating with oneself.\n\n“Mmmm, look at you…I know that look. Pull my ass open - I wanna watch you do it.”\n\nThe clone bared her fangs and stuck out her smooth black tongue, flexing it until it was somewhat rigid. Then she pressed the tip against Dixie’s asshole until it yielded. The rest came sliding into her rectum soon after that.\n\n“O-Oh, fuck…such a good girl…so pretty with my ass in your mouth!”\n\nThe duplicate’s tail swayed eagerly in the air. She was already quite lost in worship, surrendered to the divine warmth of Dixie’s smooth insides. But the icing on the rubbergel cake was the knowledge that her entire life’s purpose was found right there in the crack of Dixie’s ass.\n\n“You were built to lick my ass,” sneered the original Dixie. “I went to aaaall that trouble of making you, just so we could experience this. Every morning, I'm gonna have you lick my ass before I send you to school in my place. You’re gonna come home every night and do my homework for me. And then, I’m gonna fuck you again before bed. You understand?”\n\nA thick glob of synthetic lubricant leaked out of Dixie B’s cunt and dribbled onto the metal floor. She let out a deep, hungry moan as she slowly pulled her tongue from the original’s ass.\n\n“Are you gonna make me?”\n\nThe clone moved the tip of her finger to Dixie’s asshole and popped it inside. The tip came sliding against the inner walls, setting off all of the sensory nodes in Dixie’s synthetic rectum.\n\n“O-oh, fuck!” A sharp moan slipped out of the fox’s mouth. “What do you think you’re doing?”\n\nDixie B responded by pushing another digit inside. Slowly but surely, she stretched Dixie’s ass out until she could slide them both all the way in.\n\n“You filthy fucking clone…I know what you’re trying to do…feeling around inside me like that!”\n\nOut of nowhere, Dixie’s fat ass legs came down like guillotines on the clone’s shoulders. Then she squeezed them tight around the duplicate’s head.\n\nThere was a clicking sound - the kind that only happened when a droid voluntarily locked their joints. And then suddenly Dixie B couldn’t move - she was trapped between a pair of enormous thighs.\n\n“You want me to pop your head like a grape? I’ll just order a new one.”\n\n“You wouldn’t,” hissed the clone. “You’re not that patient.”\n\n“Are you sure? I’ve waited this long.”\n\nDixie B was silent after that, and she looked sheepishly away from the original. She could barely stand to see her own face looking back at her, with the same smug grin she normally reserved for prey. It made her blush - made her leak onto the floor.\n\nEspecially knowing full well what was going to happen next.\n\nThe clone’s sensors buzzed as she was released from Dixie’s leglock. The pressure had been enough to cause her CPU to buffer. By the time the sensory fog had cleared, Dixie had her by the ears, and she was forcefully dragged to the floor near the table.\n\nShe was left staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment before Dixie moved to stand directly over her. She could barely see the droid’s face beyond the swell of her synthetic belly; nevertheless, she knew that Dixie was probably looking very pleased with herself. Especially considering what she was about to do to her very own clone - this was a totally unique experience that only she could have. The duplicate was merely an accessory to the fantasies of the original - and yet, Dixie B couldn’t help but be aroused by the implications of that. Thus she also had a bit of a smile on her face as the original crouched right over her head.\n\n“Lay down and don’t move,” commanded Dixie.” I’m gonna sit here while I fuck your ass.”\n\nDixie B never thought she’d be cast in the shadow of her own ass, but here it was hovering just a few inches over her face.\n\n“Ready?”\n\n“Shut up and sit on my-”\n\nIt all came down with a tremendous thud.\n\nThere were some who claimed that a ring world’s centrifugal force was no substitute for real gravity. They believed that the spinning of the RIDE could never sustain proper organic growth the way planetary gravity could.\n\nNone of those arguments meant anything to those who had experienced the size and weight of Dixie’s perfect ass. To them, the RIDE’s pseudo-gravity was a force of divine strength.\n\nHow could Dixie B ever put up a fight when she was trapped under a rear end as thick and delicious as her own? How could she ever want to? The questions didn’t matter. All that mattered was how far she could get her tongue into Dixie’s asshole - and how ruthlessly the original smothered her beneath.\n\nThe clone was soon imprisoned in hot, sticky darkness, where there was no light for her oculars to read. She couldn’t move her head of her own volition - only the sway of Dixie’s hips could do that now.\n\n“It’s a good thing we don’t have lungs, huh?” Laughed Dixie. “Otherwise…you’d be dead by now.”\n\nThat line feels so much different when it’s being directed at me…\n\nA sliver of light breached the shadow of Dixie’s crack. The clone enjoyed a brief moment of sight, where she could see the thick ass hovering over her head. The juicy black ring of her asshole was lifted up just out of reach, and so the duplicate followed it with her tongue.\n\n“Ohhh, hungry bitch,” hissed Dixie. “That’s right…stick that tongue out for me!”\n\nThe clone heard Dixie laughing, and then there was silence. Her audio input was smothered on either side by a fat pair of asscheeks. Hot pressure and darkness came shortly after that. The duplicate’s tongue was pinned beneath the rim of Dixie’s anus, like a sheet of paper stuck beneath a cast iron paper weight. She could feel the sensitive inner ring of Dixie’s ass resting on the tip of her tongue.\n\nShe could also feel Dixie reaching down and toying with her cunt. Another brand new sensation, and yet an experience she remembered having. A dual memory that came so suddenly that it made her shudder and gush lubricant on the floor.\n\n“Look at this. Pussy leaking like it’s your first time.” Dixie laughed and shrugged her shoulders. “Well! I guess technically, it is.”\n\nDixie took hold of one of the duplicate’s thick legs and hoisted it up and out of the way. She could see the clone’s asshole - perfectly identical to her own - tucked between her legs, just behind her pussy. A little pull on her leg exposed it completely, and after that it was just a matter of pressing a finger to the entrance.\n\nShe lifted her ass off of the clone’s face as she pushed her finger inside. She only did it so she could hear what came out of Dixie’s mouth as she did it.\n\n“Oh, f-fuck…you know what that does to me, you bitch…”\n\nDixie laughed as she plunged her digit deep inside the duplicate’s  ass. With Dixie B trapped between her legs, the original knew that she could do whatever she wanted. No amount of squirming would stop Dixie from sliding her finger in and out of B’s asshole - certainly not when the original sat all the way back down. And when she began to grind her asscrack back and forth against the clone’s face, all signs of resistance came to an end. The clone couldn’t put up a fight even if she wanted to - all she could do was moan into Dixie’s asshole and curl her toes.\n\n“Mmm, yeah…” sighed Dixie. “Whine some more, that feels good…”\n\nShe picked up the pace. Faster and faster, pounding the duplicate’s ass with her finger. Every time, she curled it slightly towards the front of Dixie B’s body - towards the delicate sensors that were hidden deep inside.\n\nThe clone felt voltage leaping up her spine every time it happened. Every time Dixie’s palm hit her ass and drove that finger inside, it took away a little more of her individual autonomy.\n\nDid she need to be a unique individual? She wasn’t certain that she did. Perhaps she was content to be identical to someone else - as long as that someone was Dixie. After all, there were lots of people at school that wanted to be her, or to be with her. But here, she was both. Did she need to strive for anything more than that?\n\nHer legs came open a little wider, and her tongue slid eagerly into Dixie’s ass. She felt the vibrations of Dixie’s laughter through the tender black gel of her rear end.\n\n“That’s right, slut…” chuckled Dixie. “One more finger. I know you can take it.”\n\nAnother finger slipped in, and she felt it curl inside of her. The way her asshole stretched to accommodate it, it was like she’d been built to take it that way. Perhaps she really was. But she couldn’t dwell on that when she was in this position - no one could think about anything while trapped beneath an ass like Dixie’s.\n\n“Oh, fuck…”\n\nThe fox growled under her breath as she settled down on top of her duplicate’s head. After all the work she had done to bring Dixie B to fruition, she figured that she deserved to get nice and comfortable. And it seemed that the clone was content with this arrangement, the way her cunt was dripping with synthetic lubricant.\n\n“Aww, does that feel good? I’m not gonna stop until you fucking cum.” She hooked her arm around Dixie B’s legs and pulled them all the way back, just so she could get her fingers deeper into the clone’s ass.\n\nDixie B started moaning into her maker’s ass again, her pleasured hums resonating from underneath Dixie’s ass. That was soon drowned out by the sound of Dixie’s palm slapping against juicy black rubbergel. She began to fuck Dixie B’s ass with her fingers, going in and out with such speed that it caused the clone’s cheeks to ripple.\n\nThe duplicate had, in that moment, no control over what happened to her. She was just another poor bastard stuck beneath Dixie’s ass. And while she was trapped in darkness, her ass was toyed with and fingered open. It had been maybe ten minutes since she was brought online and she was already being used like a toy. 80% of her life up to that point had been spent with her tongue pressed against Dixie’s anus - she hadn’t even been given an opportunity to get acquainted with the body she was in. Now, she was learning it all at once as the limits of her sensory input were tested.\n\nIt wasn’t long before she felt that she was drawing close to that limit.\n\nSomething hot and unfamiliar was building up in Dixie B’s crotch. The sensory network in her rubbergel was buzzing with excitement - she was on the verge of her first orgasm, just a few minutes after her conception. All from having her asshole brutally fingered by her very own maker.\n\nDixie shifted her weight and lifted her ass up off of B’s face. She was grinning from ear to ear, knowing damn well that the clone was about to cum from this. And so she continued, leaning forward slightly so she could keep it going, faster and faster. Her fingertips curled inwards toward the sensory nodes as she felt her way around.\n\n“O-oh!!! OH!!!” Dixie whined and curled her toes. She didn’t even have the sense to silence herself - if someone had been nearby, they would have heard her moaning like a bitch as her asshole was fingered. “F-Fuck, I can’t…I can’t take it!!”\n\n“Oh, yes you can. Cum for me, slut…”\n\nThe events of the last ten minutes played again in Dixie B’s mind. Everything, from the moment she woke up, to the instant of her orgasm. It was a struggle to reconcile the many layers of her memory with the overwhelming sensation of the present. She looked up and saw a body that was hers - and yet, it wasn’t the one in her possession. The ass hovering over her head was not the one that was being ruthlessly fingerfucked, and that was confusing to her, somehow.\n\nAnd at the height of her first orgasm, she found herself lacking any sense of an individual self. The thing that might have helped her to know the difference between herself and the girl on top of her  was gone from her now. Now, all she knew was that she wanted Dixie’s fingers as deep inside her ass as she could possibly get them.\n\nHow deep would she descend into this masturbational fantasy? How long would it give her such tremendous satisfaction? Would Dixie ever get bored of her clone and decide to discard her?\n\nThey were questions that only briefly flashed in Dixie B’s mind. Then she seized up and came all over the desk, and all of her questions went away at once.\n\nDixie hooked her digits into B’s ass and laughed as she watched the fluid come squirting out. Even in the midst of B’s orgasm, she wasn’t done toying with this clone’s asshole. And every time she curled her fingertips against the walls of B’s ass, the duplicate arched her back and let out a horny little whine.\n\nThe duplicate lost track of time at that point. Eventually her orgasm subsided - though she almost didn’t notice when it did. Her asshole ached so good that her cunt was still throbbing long after Dixie pulled her fingers out.\n\n“Wow, you came everywhere,” sneered Dixie. She gave the clone a harsh slap across the ass and turned her body to look at her over her shoulder. “How did that feel, B?”\n\nThe duplicate’s CPU was buzzing with fresh stimuli, and it was struggling to process them all. It was so bad that it took her a full minute to form a complete answer.\n\n“I need to be recalibrated…”",
  "writing_bbcode_parsed": "<span style='word-wrap: break-word;'><div class='align_center'><strong>﻿BINARY STAR SYNDROME</strong></div><br /><strong><div class='align_center'>A study of self-duplication</div></strong><br /><br />In the dark of a young girl&rsquo;s bedroom, there came a deep, droning sound.<br /><br />It was a sweet sound, flavored like a good synthetic honey. Dixie was not usually the type to be moved by works of color or sound, but that noise and flashing green light spoke to her soul in a way that was truly unique. It represented the outcome of a dozen sleepless cycles - feverish work, night by night, that provided no immediate gratification. Not until it was all completed, down to the last minute detail.<br /><br />The result of all that grueling work was an extremely illegal type of being: a completely undiluted, identical duplicate. She stood in the shadow of Dixie&rsquo;s room, as she had been for a very long time, waiting for the day that she was finally brought online. Until then, she had been nothing but a voluptuous, thick-assed statue. But now, she would taste life for the first time - her memories and senses would soon converge into the simulacrum of consciousness.<br /><br />The process was tedious, and very sensitive to error. Dixie&rsquo;s patience ran thin by the time it was over. And yet, she persisted - such was her desire for the end result.<br /><br />Why would a young anthroid go through such an arduous process just to get their paws on a clone? There was certainly a lot to dissuade one from doing such a thing. There was the tremendous cost of buying all of the required parts, as well as the time-consuming process of putting them all together by hand. And perhaps it would be easier to do if duplication was not illegal on the RIDE - in fact, the unlicensed production of a working clone was punishable by up to twenty-five cycles in prison. All of these factors together made it generally impossible for the average droid to produce a duplicate without being caught.<br /><br />However, Dixie was not an average droid.<br /><br />The young fox stopped to admire her ass in the reflection of the duplicate&rsquo;s metal plates. It was one of the many assets that she had grown proud of over the cycles. She had always been driven by a tremendous sense of self-importance - a level of narcissism that placed her, in her mind, above all others in her age group. She had enjoyed a life of manipulating others and reducing them into toys for her amusement.<br /><br />But, in recent cycles she had grown bored with her favorite hobby. The victims were starting to blur together - many were unremarkable&nbsp;&nbsp;or so woefully pathetic that they weren&rsquo;t deserving of her worst. It was for this reason that Dixie sought to clone herself - after all, what better company than the most beautiful and interesting girl she knew?<br /><br />She understood that it wouldn&rsquo;t be easy to do. Luckily, she was in a unique position that made it a bit more feasible. For one, her parents were renowned Genesystems scientists - one was a biotechnician, and the other was a mechanical engineer. Their line of work gave them access to things that most other droids could not even imagine having.<br /><br />Naturally, this meant that it was possible for Dixie to get ahold of the parts she needed very quickly. It made it much simpler to assemble a duplicate - instead of buying parts piecemeal and waiting ages for all of them to arrive, she could just get them directly from the manufacturer. No need to cut out the middleman if the middleman is your parents, after all.<br /><br />The hard part was dealing with the duplication software. The program itself was very difficult to find and even more difficult to use - it had been leaked onto the RIDE network by some unknown Genesystems employee. The company was licensed to produce duplicates for the purpose of preserving the life of critically damaged droids. To do this, they used a software that was clunky and arcane even for the most experienced technician. But, after slaving away over the computer for five consecutive nights, Dixie managed to figure out how to use the software to copy her entire personality onto the duplicate.<br /><br />And finally, it was completed. A dormant droid on the plug platform, ready to be powered on for the very first time. She was the mirror image of her maker - a stunning fox on a sturdy frame, with thick red plates filling out her curvaceous figure. Her pudgy belly and crotch was made up of immaculate black rubbergel, as smooth and clean as freshly-oiled latex. And when Dixie pulled all of her clothes off and stood naked before the droid, the two became indistinguishable from eachother.<br /><br />&ldquo;Thus you will be Dixie B,&rdquo; mused Dixie to herself. &ldquo;And you will be flawless&hellip;just like me.&rdquo;<br /><br />The lights clicked on one by one - first the status indicators, and then the crimson red accent lights. The entire battery array - central and auxiliary - was operating at full capacity. Dixie had done an excellent wiring job. After that, the systems throughout the body were tested one by one, to make sure they were operating as intended before the CPU was brought online.<br /><br />One final tone indicated that the boot was completed. And then, the clone began to stir, rising from total non-existence to full awareness all in one moment.<br /><br />The duplicate raised her head to look at Dixie, scanning the room to get a sense for where she was. Then she stepped off the platform, yanking the plugs out of her back as she approached the original.<br /><br />&ldquo;This&hellip;isn&rsquo;t where I normally charge.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie laughed and gave the clone a slap across her right asscheek. The impact rippled all across her rubbergel. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s because you&rsquo;re the clone, you dumb bitch!&rdquo;<br /><br />The duplicate winced as her sensory network registered, for the first time, the feeling of pain - the stimulating sensation of being slapped hard on the ass. It was sudden, but it was familiar - she knew what it was supposed to feel like, and yet it still felt like she was being spanked for the very first time.<br /><br />&ldquo;What the fuck are you talking about?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You are Dixie B. I made you to be identical to me, in every way. You remember when I started this project? You remember working on your own body?&rdquo;<br /><br />The realization hit Dixie B like a piece of orbital debris. The way her jaw dropped and her oculars widened, the shock was very clearly written on her face. She had just encountered the truth of her own existence - that of a duplicate, whose memories were identical to the original&rsquo;s up until Dixie&rsquo;s very last CPU scan.<br /><br />&ldquo;Fuck, this&hellip;this is so weird,&rdquo; whispered Dixie B. &ldquo;I remember this room. But&hellip;I&rsquo;ve never been in this room before, have I? Not awake, anyway.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Now you&rsquo;re getting the hang of it. Do you know why I made you?&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B eyed the original with an unusual look on her face - the kind that said more than words were ever capable of saying. There was something hungry shining in those oculars - something horny pulling at the edges of her mechanical maw. Dixie knew that look well - it was her own, after all. And she knew exactly what it meant.<br /><br />Dixie backed into the edge of the table and then laid herself down across the top of it.<br /><br />&ldquo;You know what I want.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B glanced briefly over her shoulder. The original knew that hesitance - the kind that existed only briefly in her own mind. She knew exactly what the clone was thinking.<br /><br />&ldquo;Bitch, what makes you think I&rsquo;m gonna be doing all the work?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;I think that sucking on a clone&rsquo;s asshole would not be befitting of me,&rdquo; said Dixie. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s why you&rsquo;re gonna do it. It&rsquo;s what you wanted, remember?&rdquo;<br /><br />What I wanted&hellip;?<br /><br />A thought resonated from the depths of Dixie B&rsquo;s memory. Some sort of feeling that came about on lonely, sleepless nights. She remembered wondering what it would be like to be the one at the mercy of another - to be the hapless victim of another droid&rsquo;s perverted desires. She had been a domineering girl for much of her life, but she never considered the alternative until fairly recently. And over the course of a couple cycles, this curiosity grew into an obsession, which then became reality in the form of Dixie B herself.<br /><br />Dixie pulled her legs all the way back, until her mountain of an ass was raised in the air. She spread them apart just enough that the duplicate could get a good view of her asshole, and see her face smiling up at her from below.<br /><br />&ldquo;Quit thinking about it and get in here. Right now.&rdquo;<br /><br />The clone&rsquo;s tail swayed a bit eagerly as she approached. It almost seemed that she was trying to suppress her excitement, the same way Dixie often did around others. But, soon she came to the realization that there was no point in hiding how she felt. What would she possibly hide from herself, even if she could?<br /><br />She drew close to the edge of the table and stared down over Dixie&rsquo;s fat rubbergel ass. The gorgeous fox was laid out on the surface, folded in half at the pelvic joints. The sturdy red shell plates and naked black rubbergel that made up her curvaceous figure were all on display. It was nothing like looking in a mirror - no reflection could ever be this present, nor could it be worshipped so thoroughly.<br /><br />&ldquo;You&rsquo;re gonna do it exactly the way I like it,&rdquo; purred Dixie. &ldquo;What am I always saying?<br /><br />Kiss it like you love it. That&rsquo;s what you always say.<br /><br />The duplicate had recollections of memories that did not belong to her. Memories of faces that had never touched her ass, of words that had never come out of her mouth, of droids that she had never met. An entire life that she swore she lived, but she technically was never there for. Perhaps that would have been horrifying for any other clone, but for Dixie B, all it did was make her wet.<br /><br />&ldquo;I know what I&rsquo;m doing,&rdquo; scoffed Dixie B. &ldquo;You don&rsquo;t need to remind me; you know I have memories of all the little droids we&rsquo;ve played with.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Sure. But now, you&rsquo;re the one being played with.&rdquo; Dixie flashed her jagged teeth at the duplicate in a wide-open smile. &ldquo;Do you get it now?<br /><br />In that moment, Dixie B realized what her function really was. She had been built for the sole purpose of worshipping the original. It was her duty, as a duplicate, to be the lesser of two identical individuals. This is what she came to understand as she placed her paws on Dixie&rsquo;s ass and pulled her cheeks apart.<br /><br />&ldquo;Can&rsquo;t believe how big my ass is,&rdquo; whispered Dixie B. &ldquo;I&rsquo;ve been carrying it around for so long, but I never got to look at it up close until now&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie raised a curious eyebrow. &ldquo;Yeah? What do you think, slut?&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B took a deep, shaky breath.<br /><br />&ldquo;Fuck, I need it&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />No more words after that - she would say the rest with her tongue. She dove into Dixie&rsquo;s ass and licked it up from top to bottom, dragging her tongue all the way up the length of the fox&rsquo;s generous asscrack.<br /><br />&ldquo;Yeah, get into it&hellip;nice and deep. I know you love this ass as much as I do.&rdquo;<br /><br />The clone&rsquo;s head buzzed as she processed the words coming out of Dixie&rsquo;s mouth. She was certain there was not a single universe where she would need to be told that twice. And so, she took a deep breath, and plunged her snout deep into the fox&rsquo;s asshole.<br /><br />Suddenly she was up to her eyes in rubbergel. Half of her field of view was taken up by Dixie&rsquo;s enormous ass - the other was her gorgeous, plump upper half. The clone could see the original snickering at her as she circled the rim of her hole.<br /><br />&ldquo;You like that, don&rsquo;t you?&rdquo; Snickered Dixie. &ldquo;You&rsquo;ve been alive for five minutes and already you&rsquo;re licking my asshole like a starving dog.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B&rsquo;s oculars swiveled in their sockets to make eye contact with the original. She couldn&rsquo;t say anything with Dixie&rsquo;s asshole in her mouth, but there was no need to say much when communicating with oneself.<br /><br />&ldquo;Mmmm, look at you&hellip;I know that look. Pull my ass open - I wanna watch you do it.&rdquo;<br /><br />The clone bared her fangs and stuck out her smooth black tongue, flexing it until it was somewhat rigid. Then she pressed the tip against Dixie&rsquo;s asshole until it yielded. The rest came sliding into her rectum soon after that.<br /><br />&ldquo;O-Oh, fuck&hellip;such a good girl&hellip;so pretty with my ass in your mouth!&rdquo;<br /><br />The duplicate&rsquo;s tail swayed eagerly in the air. She was already quite lost in worship, surrendered to the divine warmth of Dixie&rsquo;s smooth insides. But the icing on the rubbergel cake was the knowledge that her entire life&rsquo;s purpose was found right there in the crack of Dixie&rsquo;s ass.<br /><br />&ldquo;You were built to lick my ass,&rdquo; sneered the original Dixie. &ldquo;I went to aaaall that trouble of making you, just so we could experience this. Every morning, I&#039;m gonna have you lick my ass before I send you to school in my place. You&rsquo;re gonna come home every night and do my homework for me. And then, I&rsquo;m gonna fuck you again before bed. You understand?&rdquo;<br /><br />A thick glob of synthetic lubricant leaked out of Dixie B&rsquo;s cunt and dribbled onto the metal floor. She let out a deep, hungry moan as she slowly pulled her tongue from the original&rsquo;s ass.<br /><br />&ldquo;Are you gonna make me?&rdquo;<br /><br />The clone moved the tip of her finger to Dixie&rsquo;s asshole and popped it inside. The tip came sliding against the inner walls, setting off all of the sensory nodes in Dixie&rsquo;s synthetic rectum.<br /><br />&ldquo;O-oh, fuck!&rdquo; A sharp moan slipped out of the fox&rsquo;s mouth. &ldquo;What do you think you&rsquo;re doing?&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B responded by pushing another digit inside. Slowly but surely, she stretched Dixie&rsquo;s ass out until she could slide them both all the way in.<br /><br />&ldquo;You filthy fucking clone&hellip;I know what you&rsquo;re trying to do&hellip;feeling around inside me like that!&rdquo;<br /><br />Out of nowhere, Dixie&rsquo;s fat ass legs came down like guillotines on the clone&rsquo;s shoulders. Then she squeezed them tight around the duplicate&rsquo;s head.<br /><br />There was a clicking sound - the kind that only happened when a droid voluntarily locked their joints. And then suddenly Dixie B couldn&rsquo;t move - she was trapped between a pair of enormous thighs.<br /><br />&ldquo;You want me to pop your head like a grape? I&rsquo;ll just order a new one.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;You wouldn&rsquo;t,&rdquo; hissed the clone. &ldquo;You&rsquo;re not that patient.&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Are you sure? I&rsquo;ve waited this long.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B was silent after that, and she looked sheepishly away from the original. She could barely stand to see her own face looking back at her, with the same smug grin she normally reserved for prey. It made her blush - made her leak onto the floor.<br /><br />Especially knowing full well what was going to happen next.<br /><br />The clone&rsquo;s sensors buzzed as she was released from Dixie&rsquo;s leglock. The pressure had been enough to cause her CPU to buffer. By the time the sensory fog had cleared, Dixie had her by the ears, and she was forcefully dragged to the floor near the table.<br /><br />She was left staring blankly at the ceiling for a moment before Dixie moved to stand directly over her. She could barely see the droid&rsquo;s face beyond the swell of her synthetic belly; nevertheless, she knew that Dixie was probably looking very pleased with herself. Especially considering what she was about to do to her very own clone - this was a totally unique experience that only she could have. The duplicate was merely an accessory to the fantasies of the original - and yet, Dixie B couldn&rsquo;t help but be aroused by the implications of that. Thus she also had a bit of a smile on her face as the original crouched right over her head.<br /><br />&ldquo;Lay down and don&rsquo;t move,&rdquo; commanded Dixie.&rdquo; I&rsquo;m gonna sit here while I fuck your ass.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie B never thought she&rsquo;d be cast in the shadow of her own ass, but here it was hovering just a few inches over her face.<br /><br />&ldquo;Ready?&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Shut up and sit on my-&rdquo;<br /><br />It all came down with a tremendous thud.<br /><br />There were some who claimed that a ring world&rsquo;s centrifugal force was no substitute for real gravity. They believed that the spinning of the RIDE could never sustain proper organic growth the way planetary gravity could.<br /><br />None of those arguments meant anything to those who had experienced the size and weight of Dixie&rsquo;s perfect ass. To them, the RIDE&rsquo;s pseudo-gravity was a force of divine strength.<br /><br />How could Dixie B ever put up a fight when she was trapped under a rear end as thick and delicious as her own? How could she ever want to? The questions didn&rsquo;t matter. All that mattered was how far she could get her tongue into Dixie&rsquo;s asshole - and how ruthlessly the original smothered her beneath.<br /><br />The clone was soon imprisoned in hot, sticky darkness, where there was no light for her oculars to read. She couldn&rsquo;t move her head of her own volition - only the sway of Dixie&rsquo;s hips could do that now.<br /><br />&ldquo;It&rsquo;s a good thing we don&rsquo;t have lungs, huh?&rdquo; Laughed Dixie. &ldquo;Otherwise&hellip;you&rsquo;d be dead by now.&rdquo;<br /><br />That line feels so much different when it&rsquo;s being directed at me&hellip;<br /><br />A sliver of light breached the shadow of Dixie&rsquo;s crack. The clone enjoyed a brief moment of sight, where she could see the thick ass hovering over her head. The juicy black ring of her asshole was lifted up just out of reach, and so the duplicate followed it with her tongue.<br /><br />&ldquo;Ohhh, hungry bitch,&rdquo; hissed Dixie. &ldquo;That&rsquo;s right&hellip;stick that tongue out for me!&rdquo;<br /><br />The clone heard Dixie laughing, and then there was silence. Her audio input was smothered on either side by a fat pair of asscheeks. Hot pressure and darkness came shortly after that. The duplicate&rsquo;s tongue was pinned beneath the rim of Dixie&rsquo;s anus, like a sheet of paper stuck beneath a cast iron paper weight. She could feel the sensitive inner ring of Dixie&rsquo;s ass resting on the tip of her tongue.<br /><br />She could also feel Dixie reaching down and toying with her cunt. Another brand new sensation, and yet an experience she remembered having. A dual memory that came so suddenly that it made her shudder and gush lubricant on the floor.<br /><br />&ldquo;Look at this. Pussy leaking like it&rsquo;s your first time.&rdquo; Dixie laughed and shrugged her shoulders. &ldquo;Well! I guess technically, it is.&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie took hold of one of the duplicate&rsquo;s thick legs and hoisted it up and out of the way. She could see the clone&rsquo;s asshole - perfectly identical to her own - tucked between her legs, just behind her pussy. A little pull on her leg exposed it completely, and after that it was just a matter of pressing a finger to the entrance.<br /><br />She lifted her ass off of the clone&rsquo;s face as she pushed her finger inside. She only did it so she could hear what came out of Dixie&rsquo;s mouth as she did it.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, f-fuck&hellip;you know what that does to me, you bitch&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />Dixie laughed as she plunged her digit deep inside the duplicate&rsquo;s&nbsp;&nbsp;ass. With Dixie B trapped between her legs, the original knew that she could do whatever she wanted. No amount of squirming would stop Dixie from sliding her finger in and out of B&rsquo;s asshole - certainly not when the original sat all the way back down. And when she began to grind her asscrack back and forth against the clone&rsquo;s face, all signs of resistance came to an end. The clone couldn&rsquo;t put up a fight even if she wanted to - all she could do was moan into Dixie&rsquo;s asshole and curl her toes.<br /><br />&ldquo;Mmm, yeah&hellip;&rdquo; sighed Dixie. &ldquo;Whine some more, that feels good&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />She picked up the pace. Faster and faster, pounding the duplicate&rsquo;s ass with her finger. Every time, she curled it slightly towards the front of Dixie B&rsquo;s body - towards the delicate sensors that were hidden deep inside.<br /><br />The clone felt voltage leaping up her spine every time it happened. Every time Dixie&rsquo;s palm hit her ass and drove that finger inside, it took away a little more of her individual autonomy.<br /><br />Did she need to be a unique individual? She wasn&rsquo;t certain that she did. Perhaps she was content to be identical to someone else - as long as that someone was Dixie. After all, there were lots of people at school that wanted to be her, or to be with her. But here, she was both. Did she need to strive for anything more than that?<br /><br />Her legs came open a little wider, and her tongue slid eagerly into Dixie&rsquo;s ass. She felt the vibrations of Dixie&rsquo;s laughter through the tender black gel of her rear end.<br /><br />&ldquo;That&rsquo;s right, slut&hellip;&rdquo; chuckled Dixie. &ldquo;One more finger. I know you can take it.&rdquo;<br /><br />Another finger slipped in, and she felt it curl inside of her. The way her asshole stretched to accommodate it, it was like she&rsquo;d been built to take it that way. Perhaps she really was. But she couldn&rsquo;t dwell on that when she was in this position - no one could think about anything while trapped beneath an ass like Dixie&rsquo;s.<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, fuck&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />The fox growled under her breath as she settled down on top of her duplicate&rsquo;s head. After all the work she had done to bring Dixie B to fruition, she figured that she deserved to get nice and comfortable. And it seemed that the clone was content with this arrangement, the way her cunt was dripping with synthetic lubricant.<br /><br />&ldquo;Aww, does that feel good? I&rsquo;m not gonna stop until you fucking cum.&rdquo; She hooked her arm around Dixie B&rsquo;s legs and pulled them all the way back, just so she could get her fingers deeper into the clone&rsquo;s ass.<br /><br />Dixie B started moaning into her maker&rsquo;s ass again, her pleasured hums resonating from underneath Dixie&rsquo;s ass. That was soon drowned out by the sound of Dixie&rsquo;s palm slapping against juicy black rubbergel. She began to fuck Dixie B&rsquo;s ass with her fingers, going in and out with such speed that it caused the clone&rsquo;s cheeks to ripple.<br /><br />The duplicate had, in that moment, no control over what happened to her. She was just another poor bastard stuck beneath Dixie&rsquo;s ass. And while she was trapped in darkness, her ass was toyed with and fingered open. It had been maybe ten minutes since she was brought online and she was already being used like a toy. 80% of her life up to that point had been spent with her tongue pressed against Dixie&rsquo;s anus - she hadn&rsquo;t even been given an opportunity to get acquainted with the body she was in. Now, she was learning it all at once as the limits of her sensory input were tested.<br /><br />It wasn&rsquo;t long before she felt that she was drawing close to that limit.<br /><br />Something hot and unfamiliar was building up in Dixie B&rsquo;s crotch. The sensory network in her rubbergel was buzzing with excitement - she was on the verge of her first orgasm, just a few minutes after her conception. All from having her asshole brutally fingered by her very own maker.<br /><br />Dixie shifted her weight and lifted her ass up off of B&rsquo;s face. She was grinning from ear to ear, knowing damn well that the clone was about to cum from this. And so she continued, leaning forward slightly so she could keep it going, faster and faster. Her fingertips curled inwards toward the sensory nodes as she felt her way around.<br /><br />&ldquo;O-oh!!! OH!!!&rdquo; Dixie whined and curled her toes. She didn&rsquo;t even have the sense to silence herself - if someone had been nearby, they would have heard her moaning like a bitch as her asshole was fingered. &ldquo;F-Fuck, I can&rsquo;t&hellip;I can&rsquo;t take it!!&rdquo;<br /><br />&ldquo;Oh, yes you can. Cum for me, slut&hellip;&rdquo;<br /><br />The events of the last ten minutes played again in Dixie B&rsquo;s mind. Everything, from the moment she woke up, to the instant of her orgasm. It was a struggle to reconcile the many layers of her memory with the overwhelming sensation of the present. She looked up and saw a body that was hers - and yet, it wasn&rsquo;t the one in her possession. The ass hovering over her head was not the one that was being ruthlessly fingerfucked, and that was confusing to her, somehow.<br /><br />And at the height of her first orgasm, she found herself lacking any sense of an individual self. The thing that might have helped her to know the difference between herself and the girl on top of her&nbsp;&nbsp;was gone from her now. Now, all she knew was that she wanted Dixie&rsquo;s fingers as deep inside her ass as she could possibly get them.<br /><br />How deep would she descend into this masturbational fantasy? How long would it give her such tremendous satisfaction? Would Dixie ever get bored of her clone and decide to discard her?<br /><br />They were questions that only briefly flashed in Dixie B&rsquo;s mind. Then she seized up and came all over the desk, and all of her questions went away at once.<br /><br />Dixie hooked her digits into B&rsquo;s ass and laughed as she watched the fluid come squirting out. Even in the midst of B&rsquo;s orgasm, she wasn&rsquo;t done toying with this clone&rsquo;s asshole. And every time she curled her fingertips against the walls of B&rsquo;s ass, the duplicate arched her back and let out a horny little whine.<br /><br />The duplicate lost track of time at that point. Eventually her orgasm subsided - though she almost didn&rsquo;t notice when it did. Her asshole ached so good that her cunt was still throbbing long after Dixie pulled her fingers out.<br /><br />&ldquo;Wow, you came everywhere,&rdquo; sneered Dixie. She gave the clone a harsh slap across the ass and turned her body to look at her over her shoulder. &ldquo;How did that feel, B?&rdquo;<br /><br />The duplicate&rsquo;s CPU was buzzing with fresh stimuli, and it was struggling to process them all. It was so bad that it took her a full minute to form a complete answer.<br /><br />&ldquo;I need to be recalibrated&hellip;&rdquo;</span>",
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