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(Thursday Prompt 12/13/07)

by

Vixyy Fox

“There are lots and lots and lots of things that are paired up; but only a few that are exactly alike in all they are.”

Marigold Squirrel paused in her lecture to the children, flicking her large tail around in an unconscious gesture as she looked at each of them, searching their faces for something.

“I have a riddle for you children. Name me two things that are twins of each other,” she instructed them, “They are the same… but totally different.”

A little fox held up her paw.

“Yes?”

“Night and day?”

The class laughed and the poor little thing cringed until the teacher came to her rescue.

“Yes… that was very good, Flossie, and quite close to my point, but not quite what I’m looking for.”

Another kit raised her paw. “Pete and Pete Opossum,” she said.

“You mean Pete and Re-Pete,” chimed in another, and the entire class tittered.

“Children,” the teacher told them frowning, “Concentrate now. I want things that are twined… what things come as twins, but are not born as twins?”

“Shoes,” one offered.

“No… left and right… next.”

Gloves – no – buckets – no – pants – no – bowls – no – cups – no – doors – no - salt and pepper shakers - no, no, and no.

Marigold sighed. Hearing the school’s bell big brass bell begin to toll, its long cord pulled by the school’s Headmistress, she told them, “Think about this tonight, class, and bring back your thoughts tomorrow. In fact, if you can find something made as twins and you can bring it to class, please do so; you will receive extra credit.”

------------

That night, as Marigold sat in front of her nightstand brushing her fur in the big mirror, she paused to regard herself. Setting the brush on the stand, she leaned forward and placed a paw upon the glass of the mirror. The paw of her reflection also touched the glass… but on the other side. They looked into each other’s eyes for a deep long moment.

“Would that you were real,” the reflection said, mouthing the words that Marigold had thought. It rippled as if about to come apart.

“Funny you should say that,” Marigold replied, “Because I feel exactly the same.”

Closing her eyes, she smiled, imagining her reflection changing. The face she saw in her mind was not that of a squirrel, but one that she had come to know as ‘human’. Unlike her, the human was male, and he had been with her as long as she could remember… but only when she was alone. She knew from experience; it wasn’t that others couldn’t see him… they simply would not. When she was little her parents had passed him off as their child’s ‘pretend’ friend… but unlike with other children, he had never faded away as he was supposed to. As she grew older, they grew ever angrier whenever she tried to play with him in their presence. That experience quickly taught her that she should not tell anyone about her friend. Many too were the times she’d come home crying because of the teasing she received from her peers.

“I regret…” Marigold said softly, and then stopped, choosing their words carefully. Her fingers played on the glass of the mirror, as did her reflection’s; and then Marigold spoke for them both. “I regret that I cannot hold you in the flesh.”

She sighed, feeling a physical longing between her legs. No other Squirrel had ever been in her bed chamber. Soon she would have to take a mate or her existence would simply be too lonely. How would she ever be able to explain this to a mate?

“I wish you were here with me,” she said, her mind now feeling his hand cupping a small breast.

“I am with you always,” whispered the creature in the mirror, “So long as you wish me to be here.”

“For ever and ever,” Marigold replied, feeling the electricity of lust. “I never want you to go away. I would feel so incomplete without you.”

She opened her eyes and looked into the mirror. As he had been in her mind, he was also there, naked of fur and excited as she was excited. “If I were on your side of the mirror I would shave my fur to be like you,” she told him.

“No!” he protested. “Never do that… never… you are the most beautiful creature I have ever seen.”

The fingers of their touching hands flexed in an attempt to hold paws, but they only moved together in parallel unison. During her life Marigold had entire conversations with him. They knew each other’s inner most secrets, and both burned for a more intimate existence.

Leaning forward, the Squirrel placed her face upon the glass. Her human reflection did the same. While in this position… trying to be as close as they could be; both pleasured themselves. When their passions were spent, it was time for sleep.

In their dreams, they could at least hold one another.

---------------

The following day, five of her students brought book ends into class as examples of something that was made as a twin. Marigold had to admit they did fit the example and those students would get extra credit.

One little girl, a Raccoon, and smaller than the other children, shyly stopped by her desk.

“What is it?” Marigold asked her.

“I brought my twin,” the girl said in a whisper as she held up a small make up mirror. “He said it was all right that I showed him to you.”

“He?”

Marigold reached out and took the offered mirror. Looking into it, she found herself gazing upon the smiling face of a little boy. He had no fur, and like her own twin, he was very human.

Marigold looked from the mirror to the Raccoon and back again to the mirror. Without a sound, and without taking her eyes from the mirror, she sat down heavily in her chair.

“You won’t tell anyone will you?” the little Raccoon asked her worriedly.

“No,” she whispered. “No, I won’t… but …” she handed the mirror back. “We’ll talk about this later, OK?”

“OK. You really won’t tell anyone?”

Marigold reached out and stroked the little girl’s cheek. “It’s our secret,” she whispered, “I have a twin too.” She winked at the child. “Now go and sit down so we can begin class.”

‘You’re not alone’, whispered a voice in her head as she watched the little girl take her seat.

“I never have been,” she whispered back. “Nor will I ever be.”

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