0 comments/ 1871 views/ 1 favorites College Clones Ch. 09: Catalyst By: reddly23 - - - Monday - - - Tricia was giggling from finding an adorable scene in her room. She had stepped out that morning to grab some food from the cafetorium. When waiting in the line-up, she wasn't looking down at the floor as much as she normally would have. She avoided eyes for the most part, but it wasn't out of a fear, it was closer to keeping something sacred hidden. The slightest hint detected of what she had could break it. If anyone outside the circle of those there yesterday found out her secret... Tricia could lose it all. A part of felt something in her had changed on Sunday. Finding the truth had been harsh. She would have been broken if she didn't find out the true extent of what the possibilities were. The gift of Roxy had been more than she could have ever asked for, but it was just the first door to an awakening. The time she spent in that small self storage room with the group of her clones was the necessary happening that finally bloomed her flower of pride. Grabbing a bowl of cereal, she passed by Carrie and Connie who seemed strange this morning. Carrie didn't have her pigtails up today and she just stared down into her glass of apple juice distantly. Connie - who was always the quiet morose one - was eating her eggs with an odd expression... like she was trying not to laugh at some inner joke. Tricia was surprised to find she was concerned about them, where she would normally be dismissive and closed inside. Tricia sat at a table in the corner near the entrance and quietly ate while thinking. She thought again of yesterday. In that little room. Before, in the rain... with that little key. In her left pocket it lay, safe and sound. It felt like a symbol of unbreakable support. What could be thrown her way that she couldn't take? As long as it remained hidden, nothing could ever get her down. She ate the last of the cereal, and looked into the bowl of milk. Tricia looked around the room as if guilty that they knew her thoughts, then lifted the bowl eagerly. She began drinking what was left in deep mouthfuls thinking of her love upstairs, wondering if all the cum shared between her and her clone the last three days would be equal to this. She finished, and wiped her lips. The bowl clinked when stacked on the other empties, and she went over to the small fruit and salad table to grab an apple, and an orange with a private grin. The morning sunlight was a bright and crisp clear coming through the stairwell windows. The soft clacking of her flip-flops on stairs felt like seconds ticking away until she'd be back in her cherished haven. Her angel waited for her, probably wearing that innocent adorable look of perpetual curiosity. Tricia had fully accepted her future now, and the needless point of considering it. To her, there was no wish to consider the next day, week, or year. Just the moments she would share tucked away in paradise with herself. It wouldn't hinder her college work despite how obsolete everything other than her love seemed. The inner peace would only bring out her full potential. She thought of her little key again. She remembered the feeling on the drive back from the storage building. A feeling of betrayal couldn't be shook from her heart, it felt she had cheated on her true love. Like she had cheated on herself for a group of herself. When back to her room on Sunday she had found Roxy deactivated for safety... but she considered it asleep. Before 'awaking' her she looked down at how she looked asleep... the soft skin and hair, the gentle features, the curvy small body... God how she loved herself. It wasn't just her though, it was the pure thing residing in this other body. Tricia knew exactly what Roxy would be like when woken, and wasn't disappointed. Roxy's eyes opened and she looked up and smiled so adorably to see her master that Tricia felt forgiven rather than worse. She even confessed to her clone, who didn't seem to mind in the least. That night was probably the most passionate and slow love-making they had ever shared. At her door she noticed again how it was lacking the name she tore down on arrival. Pausing a few moments to contemplate it, her heart skipped a beat and glowed when she knew what lay preciously behind it. Her key made a quick satisfying metallic rattle in the tumbler, like opening her personal vault. In the moment the door was swinging open she picked up an air of activity inside, and barely had time to consider what was the matter before seeing the scene inside. Tricia started giggling. Her hand went to her mouth and she laughed in an affectionate maternal way. She quickly stepped in and closed the door with barely a sound. Standing in that vivid early light she watched her clone - her beloved Roxy - feverishly jerking off. She had apparently found the drawings of Tricia that were made last week, and the pastel art of herself before and after activation. Roxy had all of the drawings of Tricia and herself lain out on the bed and was softly whimpering as she masturbated. Tricia watched lovingly, seeing how she would look if fully nude and equipped with a penis horny as all hell. Roxy was still simple and was completely lost in her indulgence, seeming to have not noticed her master enter. Tricia slipped off her flip-flops and tip-toed over. She stood behind Roxy looking down at the drawings she made last Tuesday and Thursday night. The pencilled detailed drawings of her feet and soles in a mirror with soft shading, and two others of a self-portrait. In these pieces she looked beautiful. Tricia drooled onto her right index and middle finger and got her other hand as close around Roxy as possible before whispering, "Hello sweetie..." then placed the wet fingers on the exposed asshole rubbing, and grabbed the cock from her, pumping fast. Roxy's reaction was absolutely perfect. What escaped her mouth as she turned to Tricia was a cry, gasp, and groan. Her eyes were bright and half-lidded, and her mouth open. Tricia let herself be seized and reciprocated fully the heavy open mouthed kiss from her duplicate. It was only a few seconds of Roxy trembling from excitement and pleasure, the sounds of flesh and their nose breathing, and exploring each other's mouths before Roxy climaxed. The cum shot in thick ropes over the drawings and mattress. Each shot retaining consistency and force for what seemed an eternity. Tricia slowed her hands, and pulled her fist slowly off the exhausted dick. She made a point to catch all the semen she could on her hand, and she brought it to their faces to suck off. Roxy grabbed the wrist with both hands and Tricia watched herself lapping at it, eager to please and consume their love. When clean, they softly kissed and hugged for a minute. Tricia was in love. True love. She let Roxy go after a minute, then calmly gathered the papers to put in the drawer. Roxy just watched, as inquisitive as ever. When the soaked drawings were put away Tricia walked passed her clone and picked up the fruits. "Sit down, baby. I brought you something." She said, taking a seat on the other bed. Roxy sat next to her, looking at the colourful fruit with wonder. Tricia polished the apple a bit with her shirt and raised it, letting her copy see it. She looked at the innocent bright blue eyes look between her and the shiny red apple. Something felt right about having this be the first thing shared between them as food. The apple. Tricia then took a bite out of it with a wet crunch and chewed while holding it out. Roxy took it quickly and stared down at the bright yellow insides carved out into three gouges. She put it to her mouth looking questioningly if she was doing it right. Tricia nodded encouragingly. Roxy slowly bit in, having to use more effort to bite off a piece. She bit off a bigger chunk than she expected and her cheeks puffed out as she chewed. Some juices were left on her lip as her eyes widened in surprise. Tricia smiled widely and ran her hand through her clone's hair as she finished the apple. "Don't eat the middle, it has seeds." Tricia instructed. Roxy seemed to understand, which never ceased to impress her. She felt a mother's pride, and when her precious duplicate looked at her trying to swallow down the last bit, she knew that she might giver her own life if needed to protect her baby. Tricia put the apple core down and took out the orange. Before she could explain she laughed as Roxy seized it and tried to bite in. Her teeth slid off the first time and she made a tiny noise of annoyance. Then she bit through the skin and spit out in disgust. "Here." Tricia said, and peeled the skin off. The exposed globe of sweetness lay in her hand as she pulled it in half. When Roxy finally took a hesitant bite of her half and felt the explosion of delectable juice she bounced on the mattress and sucked on it with a squeal of delight. They finished their fruit together and soon Tricia had an idea when thinking about the drawings. She started getting ready for class... - - - The room of animation desks was full of shuffling students, all taking their time to fully wake and start the day. Murmurs of what they did over the weekend and if they finished their projects. The noise of papers and tired mumbling continued as Tricia walked in with her satchel and one arm slightly behind her. It would have seemed awkward, but no one took much notice of her briskly walk in and take her concealed seat in the rear far corner. She passed the empty chair next to hers and sat after setting her bag down. Melanie was across the way sitting back in her chair, legs wide open and head back against the wall and watched quietly. The chair under Tricia gave another bob down for a second, almost as if an invisible weight had dropped on her lap. It took a few seconds for Melanie to realize what must have happened, and she gave a knowing smile. Tricia looked over to see her across the room and noted the smirk, and something else behind those hazy eyes. It seemed like Melanie was drunk or something, and Tricia felt nervous. The red haired girl scared her a bit. Melanie gave a little wave and a wink however and turned to her station to draw. It was quite likely - now that Tricia thought about it - that Melanie had a pretty good idea that Tricia had her clone with her. Roxy was indeed sitting on her lap, looking around in amazement. Tricia had wanted to teach her how to draw, and hadn't really considered where she would sit. Someone came around the adjacent animation desk and for a moment Tricia thought they were coming at her. It was Jack however and he dropped into his chair with a little creak. She watched him take out a sandwich and pencils. How did she feel about him now? He trespassed and stole her... but... it was like a stranger taking your wallet while you turned away, but coming back later to give you a fortune. Jack turned right to see Melanie, then left to notice Tricia. He gave a courteous grin and a nod of hello. His eyes dropped to Tricia's lap, then the space just in front of her. He smiled in earnest and continued setting up his sheets over the animation pegs. He knew. Tricia remembered he could see the bracelets despite the camo function. In the place she expected to find a flush of resentment at him intruding on what was supposed to be a really sweet moment with her and her sweetheart, she instead found a sense of... comfort? Jack was one of the only people who was in on their group's secret. It was such a extraordinary thing they all were in on that it almost made them a little family. He would probably even protect them if needed. When he had everything set up, Jack suddenly got up and left the room. The view across the room was clear again and she saw Melanie looking her way again looking strange. It was like she was out of breath and envious of Tricia or something. She caught herself after a long moment and turned back to her desk with closed eyes, like waiting out some pain. The sound of steps were coming back, then Jack came around with a normal four legged cushioned chair. He set it down between them and took his creaky seat again. They didn't have to share a word or look, they both knew and understood. As he started drawing his next frame, Tricia gave Roxy a little push and she obediently took the seat. Even though invisible, Tricia knew her copy was watching their every move. So that was how they spent the next while, Roxy was watching her and Jack moving pencils over paper and making little people move. Tricia felt happy and comfortable. There she was doing something she enjoyed and teaching her curious lover who sat between her and him. Her mother and... Tricia paused for a moment and turned to Jack who was taking a bite out of the sandwich and flipping the pages to test the movement of his character. She went back to drawing and dismissed the idea. As much as he was a mystery she got the impression that he wouldn't be as bold to feel like a father to Roxy. He seemed to just want to make her happy and mind his own business. Suddenly she heard Jack give a quiet laugh and she looked to see a floating sandwich. Her eyes shot open and she heard herself gasp. Apparently Roxy wanted to try this new food, and wasn't openly instructed to not take it. Tricia watched some of the cold-cut sandwich disappear and she looked to Jack out of embarrassment and worry. He just laughed and watched for a second, looked at Tricia with a perceptive smile. The sandwich suddenly shot forward and stopped in Tricia's face, who couldn't help but be creeped out by floating food. Jack gave a permissive motion and went back to work. Roxy clearly wanted to share, like a child, so Tricia took a consenting bite and had a moment where this almost felt like a picnic. The meat tasted like ham, and had some lettuce, mayo, and pepper. As she went back to work she felt a wave of something close to affection for Jack. He was kind to her and - more importantly - Roxy, and she decided to accept him maybe being an uncle figure. A little idea formed in the back of her mind and she looked at her pencil and pondered it with a private thrill. She could do it... maybe... back when she first found her perfect sex toy clone she did have a notion to reward whomever it was that give her the gift of a lifetime. She turned the pencil slowly in her hand and the more she thought about it, the more she was finding the reactionary repulsion dimming. It could be a one time reward... just to square things up. Where could they go though? Certainly not here... the bathrooms were too frequented... perhaps... - - - The sun shone strong in the cool breeze down on the building. The only sound coming from some birds merrily making their little songs and cars slowly rolling by down below. The door to the roof creaked open and two people stepped out, a short girl with blonde hair and a tall guy in a grey shirt. "Heck of a nice day." He said, squinting up at the sun. Jack walked over to the waist high wall at the edge and looked down on the campus court. "Get back here, someone will see you!" Tricia said. Jack complied and walked calmly over, hands in pockets. "So this is... I dunno... we- or I never really said thank you. For everything... you know..." "You never had to." "But still..." Tricia said, grabbing Roxy's bracelet and pressing the blue circle. She came back into view in flesh coloured splotches like paint falling on solid air. "I love her." "Not yourself?" Jack asked sincerely. "Well..." Tricia muttered looking at her clone. It was beautiful, staring back with her own blue eyes and dirty blonde hair slightly moving in the wind. The sun gleamed on the top of her head and she looked like an angel. "Yes... but no. It's what's inside as well." Tricia said, facing Roxy. Jack nodded in understanding. Tricia made a nervous awkward gesture to the wall behind the door, not wanting to say the words. Jack walked over and backed against it. "Come on sweetie." Tricia said, guiding her copy over to Jack and stopping before him. They all looked at each other. The two identical girls - spare Tricia's glasses - looking up at him, and Jack down at them. He didn't grab them, make demands, or even have a pressuring air. Just a comfortable grin that eased her. Tricia held out her hands and gently placed them on Jack's chest, feeling his solid body under the thin shirt. Her lips parted slightly and she ran her fingers and palms slowly around, exploring the first man she willingly touched. Roxy watched quietly and joined with a little less hesitation. They felt his heart and gentle breathing. Tricia sighed a little and for the first time wrapped her arms around a guy. She daren't cry, but she came close out of gratitude. Without touching it, or feeling it, she became conscious of the key in her pocket as well. She held tight and felt a soft hand on her head. He knew she wanted it there, and softly pet her. Roxy joined in too, trying to mime the action, which made Jack chuckle and Tricia laugh into his shoulder with a sniffle. She didn't let him go, but turned up to look him dead in the eyes. That act for Tricia was monumental. What she seen there was something she never knew existed. A warm understanding of not only her mind... but more... her soul. There was no intrusive energy to step in and break this moment, so she continued to look up over her glasses with her yearning eyes. How she wanted this from someone... a man... she drank from this cup of kindness in his eyes for as long as she needed. She didn't feel any love for Jack, but she felt she had something near to a dear friend. An omniscient benefactor Jack watched her begin to lower onto her knees. Roxy observed and imitated, clumsily getting down and shuffling forward. Tricia was kneeling, still looking up and began to undo his skull belt buckle. "Hold up." Jack said, and pulled his shirt over his head. Tricia took in the sun glowing off his exposed skin and felt her breath catch. He held the shirt down for her. "For your knees." She took it and put it under her legs, which were on the hard roof surface. It did feel much better. She finished popping the buckle open, and undid the button with surprisingly steady fingers. Roxy seemed to be getting restless next to her, maybe knowing what was about to happen. The sound of the zipper seemed so loud in the open air, like a cry of finality in the imminent. Tricia's heart pounded. She had fucked herself countless times now, but this was the unfamiliar, this was another... this was a guy. She reached in the jeans opening and felt it there waiting. It was pushing against the black boxers like a- Tricia giggled suddenly. "Like a Jack-in-the-Box." She said, and knew he got a kick out of that. Then she moved the boxers slightly to let it spring out. Tricia gasped. Roxy leaned forward and licked it. The wet spot left glistened in the light. Tricia gave a playful "how-dare-you" look to Roxy. Somehow she felt so comfortable here, despite it being in the open and with another guy. "That must feel chilly..." Tricia said, grabbed the base of the cock and licked along the side the wind was facing. Roxy licked it as well, but Tricia stopped her before taking it in her mouth. "No honey, Mama first." This was the first time she openly addressed herself as such. Jack for a moment looked like he wanted to leave them to a sensitive moment, but Tricia grabbed his dick hard and gave a look of smiling power up at him that stopped him more than the grip. He had never expected to see that expression on her face. Tricia eased up and stroked it while cupping the balls. This was her first guy yes, but she was one of the only girls in the world who knew exactly what it felt like, and could fully empathize with the pleasure and wants. Roxy looked impatient as she watched her master jerk the dick off with that slightly twisting motion she was taught. College Clones Ch. 09: Catalyst Jack made to press the yellow circle to share the sensation, but Tricia stopped him with a shake of her head. He understood it meant "Not yet". Then he felt her warm breath override the cool breeze. The soft warm mouth covered the head and she sucked while licking the tip. They retained eye contact which was now a record for Tricia. She was still sucking and pumping her hand when Roxy leaned in and tried to lick the sac. Tricia moved slightly to her right, and Jack watched as the girl and her clone were both sucking on him. One was beginning to take it in deeper and work her lips and first two fingers in tandem up and down the shaft, the other was sucking his balls noisily. Tricia let the dick pop out of her mouth and seen Jack give the slightest twitch from the cold. She gently grabbed Roxy's chin and turned her clone's face to her. Her duplicate was more than eager to kiss the only face she loved, and they made out for Jack while the wet handjob continued. Tricia turned Roxy toward the cock and let her go. Roxy was simple and innocent, but this was finally her territory. She hungrily took it all in, forcing Tricia's hand down to Jack's pelvis without a hint of a gag. "You've been busy Trish." Jack said. "Thanks to you Jack." It was the first time she had ever spoken his name, and the sincerity taken them both by surprise for a moment. She watched Roxy go, it was like watching a drunk porn star - no hesitation and full energy, a sloppy professionalism. Tricia didn't want to be too outdone so she pulled the dick to her and tried the same thing. She'd had plenty of practice with her clone, so it wasn't too much trouble to take it all, but she still gave a tiny cough after deepthroating it. A string of saliva ran from her mouth to the head, and Roxy licked it, then Tricia's mouth like a puppy. Tricia giggled and took it in again, this time with no reflex and kept her three fingers moving with her lips. Jack watched these two perfect girls in playtime and let off an aura of pride. Tricia and her copy sucked and licked his cock and each other's face for a few minutes, until suddenly she leaned back suddenly. Roxy watched her lay on her back and slide toward Jack's legs. "Keep going baby." Tricia said, and watched Jack's eyes as they moved to her feet and flip-flops in the air. Roxy went back to deepthroating him, holding his thighs. She kicked the sandals off, and one flew back over the edge and off the roof. Only Jack noticed. Tricia lay there holding her ankles to show off her feet. She had been saving this for the coup de grace. Either directly or indirectly Jack had given her an appreciation and fetish for her own feet, so she knew how to taunt him with them. She spread her toes wide and bit her bottom lip sexily. "While we're up here these are yours Jack." She said and displayed them while he was sucked off. He laughed in a kind of submissive manner, and looked down at Roxy. The clone was showing no signs of wanting to stop. The sloppy sounds and drool falling onto the roof below her were getting Tricia moist. She watched her duplicate body trying to milk that dick for all she was worth, and she just noticed Roxy was rock hard. An idea floated up in her mind. "Kneel down Jack." Tricia said. It was soft, but still a command. "Sweetie, stop for a sec and lay down." Roxy laid on her back as told, naked in the sun, stiff member laying up on her stomach begging for anything. Jack knelt by the clone's head and she started blowing him again instinctively. Tricia sat on the other side of Roxy and lifted her feet up to Jack's face. "All yours." She said and moved her hand not supporting her into her pants. She was amazed at how wet she was. Jack took one ankle gently and ran his fingertips down the sole. He was so tender about his touch and gaze that Tricia shivered. This was indeed all for him, her and her baby's big thank you, but even in this act of repayment it felt like she might be getting more out of it than him. Last week she would have been disgusted and enraged at the very idea of him touching her in any way, but now... Jack felt up from the heel to the balls of the soles clearly appreciating the wonderfully soft, well kempt feet. Well before college she moisturized them daily, and they could both enjoy the results of her doing so. The nights listening to low music, humming along and rubbing lotion over them now seemed so sensual and seductive... how she didn't worship them then, alone and secretly was beyond her. It seemed to her that Jack was making up for all that time of her feet not getting the love they deserved. He placed a soft kiss on the heel, sole, and little toe. Tricia looked down and remembered Roxy, who hadn't slowed down at all. She was looking up hungrily at the feet above her while deepthroating and slobbering on Jack's dick. Tricia fingered herself deeper and gasped as Jack took some of her toes in his mouth. "Yes..." Tricia whispered through her teeth, now rubbing her clitoris. Jack worshipped them for a minute, looking as if he were in his own world. He eventually stopped and placed a final kiss on each. "I think these could be better used on your girl, don't you think?" He said. Tricia smiled in agreement. She moved her feet to Roxy's dick which seemed tortured now from lack of touch. Tricia moved her wet soles to get it between them, then started giving a tight footjob. Practice with Roxy allowed her to refine her technique, and she heard Roxy moan over Jack. Him and Tricia watched her sexy wet feet bringing Roxy to the edge. Jack felt the same watching this girl foot fuck her clone. Tricia was still fingering herself and she reached the precipice, climaxing as she furiously rubbed her cunt. Jack and Roxy's balls tightened and they both blew. Roxy groaned over his dick until her mouth was full, then just gurgled over his cum as she tried to swallow. Her load shot into the air and Jack and Tricia watched it splat down on Roxy's stomach, followed by more and more. Jack pulled out of the clone's mouth and she looked up at him with almost closed eyes, and open mouth filled with semen. He ran his hand through her hair while Tricia watched, then she joined laying at her clone's side. Both of them were petting the girl struggling to work all he cum down. Jack and Tricia looked at each other over her duplicate, each feeling their own emotions, but the one they shared was pride. "That was our thank you Jack... but it'll probably be the last time. I need to have Roxy to myself... I'm sorry if that sounds selfish." She said, looking away at the last part. "It does." He said. "That was the point. She is yours and no one else's, 'cause she's an extension of yourself. All your desires in one entity." This was true enough, and Tricia nodded. Roxy reached up and caressed Tricia's face, and her master lowered to kiss and lay together. "Trish," Jack said standing and doing his pants and belt. Her and Roxy looked up at him. "Tomorrow night I'm having a little get together at my house. You know most of 'em, but you'll get to meet the other person who made your sweetheart possible. Will ya come along?" Tricia looked genuinely captivated by this opportunity. She looked down at her copy, who smiled up at her innocently, her hair slightly moving in the breeze. Her clone... her lover... she could meet the other creator. Tricia placed her hand on the duplicate's real flesh, running over it feeling the real bones underneath, up to the real face of herself that moved, expressed, and kissed... "Where and When?" - - - Earlier that Monday morning Melanie was sitting in the classroom way before anyone else was in the building. She was wasted. Sitting in her chair leaning back, head against the wall and legs spread she felt the kind of passive emotion exclusive to her; a kind of annoyed contentedness. As she drunkenly sat back in the silence of the empty room growing lighter, contemplating her recent life, she felt a dick that she didn't have being fucked by an onahole. Melanie gave an occasional twitch from pleasure and hated that dumb cunt using the other her... but she wasn't too bad. There was a bit of a change of heart on Melanie's part on Sunday, when they shared a few moments of actual tenderness - something she didn't know she could have anymore. When they left the facility that day, they shared the backseat of Jack's car on the way back to dormitory. Shelby - in her now permanent residence of one of Melanie's bodies - had her head resting gently on her mistress' shoulder. Melanie had her arm around her, gently stroking the chin-length red hair that used to be hers. Shelby's hand was up on her shoulder, the arm snug against her chest. At the time she was still in a haze of feelings, too exhausted to extract and battle them as she would have. For better or worse she was stuck with this bitch. She looked at her knuckles while caressing Shelby reading the tattoo "Hate". It seemed a little harsh now, but still... considering what Shelby did... but out of all of it she gained exactly what she always wanted out of a sexual partner; a submissive slut slave for her personal use and dismissal. The only problem with this was Shelby was much too eager to be all that and more that it took a bit of fun out of owning and commanding her. Some time later they arrived back at dorm, and climbed out of the car into the rainy day. They all exchanged looks and a silent union was forged between them. None of them had any interest to reveal the secret binding them, as it could destroy them... and most would lose what they had gained. They parted without a word - Jack walking off toward town, Tricia went to her room looking lost in contemplation. Mel and Shel went to theirs and when the door closed behind them, it was like a padlock closing on their future. Now this room was temporarily a prison to Melanie, at least until she had this worked out in her mind. Her heart seemed at ease for some reason, but her mind was in a state of dissonance. "Shelby... what do we do now?" She asked. "Can we really pull off the sister thing? There's also going to be a manhunt for your old body when everyone sees you're gone." "So? " She replied in Melanie's voice. Shelby was sitting at her desk and inputting her password at the laptop lock screen. "What the fuck do you mean 'SO'? Look..." Melanie took a breath, "I think I can tolerate you around. I might even... not hate you. But look at this logically, you've been seen and will be again, you don't have an ID, you're registered here as that plop of a body you had... I dunno... The R.A. is going to notice you're gone if no one else." "Mistress," Shelby said softly now opening a net browser, somehow seeming bigger than Melanie in her calmness "There's nothing they can do. We win, they lose. If they find that ugly thing in the woods it'll be pronounced dead and that's that. As for us, if the invisible thingy doesn't work the voice commands will." The way she said this so matter-of-factly made it seem so simple. Melanie went over behind her old body in the chair and placed both hands on the shoulders. Shelby kept working on the computer and rubbed her head against the right forearm as she typed. Melanie tilted her head back and took a long breath in through her nose with closed eyes, then exhaled. "Fine. Whatever. We'll deal with it as it comes..." Melanie said and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her own head. She acknowledged this again and the sheer freakish nature of it all still stunned her. It was no science fiction that she could turn off and go back to normal life, she was here with another person inhabiting the body that was hers all of her life. Melanie moved her hands over the hard shoulders, then pushed her hands into the sweater neck and felt the pale skin underneath. Something about the feel of her own collarbone made it so incredibly real... she used to feel it when putting on necklaces. "Another me... kinda cool... kinda hot. What are you up to anyway?" "Do you have a paypal mistress?" Shelby asked tilting back to look up. Her mouth was open and Melanie couldn't help it, she let some spit drop and fall in. Shelby caught it on her tongue and smiled. Melanie was already turned on at seeing herself... or Shelby rather doing this. "Yeah, why?" She asked. "Well as you said, the useless thing is going to be considered dead so we should transfer my money to your account, and all further revenue." Shelby replied. "Oh fuck, you're right!" Melanie said with an inner rush of excitement. She looked at the screen and her elation doubled. The amount was on-screen in small bold numbers. Despite the five diminutive dollar digits and two cent digits seemed almost comical to her, a direct contrast to the sum they represented. They belonged to Shelby... who belonged to Melanie. "That's mine now?" It was phrased as a question, but it was rhetorical. "Of course! I've been saving for years and got an inheritance from my auntie." Shelby said, so happy to impress. Before she even finished, she was being pulled up out of the seat. Melanie sat down and began setting up the transfer. She knew it would take a few business days to get through, but who cares? A fat monetary compensation was something she thought she deserved. The transfer would likely be investigated... but fuck it. She had whatever the vocal command was. It'd be fine, it'd be fine. A sort of tingling, giddy feverishness was taking over Melanie. The expression she wore wasn't a smile, but it emanated a powerful ravenous exhilaration. When the relocation of Shelby's money to Melanie was official, she shot out of the chair and grabbed Shelby by the back of the head and thrust her pursed lips on hers. Shelby was taken aback, but soon almost bounced from feeling so happy. "Shelby, you just made your mistress very happy." She said, looking with intense bright eyes into her old ones containing a different soul. Shelby's mouth quivered from hearing this. Only in her dreams did she ever really expect to hear her true love say these words to her... and really mean them. "I'm going out for the night, but when I get back you better be nude and ready, understand?" Shelby just nodded stupidly in awe. Melanie walked to the door to leave, then stopped and turned around. "You mentioned vocal commands, what did you mean? What did they do?" Oh she was going to party tonight... Sitting in the classroom she remembered how she spent that Sunday night. Every memory augmenting the pleasure she felt from that lubed up onahole in a distant dark room. Melanie remembered bursting into the local bar, frightening the male bartender with her ferocious jubilation. He didn't want to keep giving her more, but was scared not to serve her. She stormed out, almost breaking the handle on the door, after throwing a more than generous tip his way. He watched the door close slowly and knew that someone was in for a hell of a night, and shook his head in envy. Jessica just finished up a shoulder tattoo - a Korean tiger clawing through skin - and was covering it properly after applying the ointment when she heard the bell above the door jingle. She leaned back in her chair in the back room to see the counter properly and froze. Standing with her hands on the counter and slightly hunched, her red head down a little and looking at Jessica, her eyes like black semicircles under her brow, was a feral huntress. She was almost panting as her mouth turned into a grin of a cat... a tigress so much more real and dangerous than the one she just carved with ink into another person. Jessica felt cornered and vulnerable, and told the guy with the new tattoo to go ahead, it's done... He walked out with a word of thanks, and Jessica felt like the only floatation device in the ocean was floating away and she was left with a shark. Jessica couldn't hide in the back room, so she reluctantly and nervously went to the counter. She seen the girl she knew as Melanie standing there in her off-shoulder black shirt, tight dark jeans, bracelets of varying kinds, black nails, and fiery red chin length hair tamed outwards at the bottom. "Hey... can I help you?" Jessica asked. She noticed how she didn't greet this girl with the courtesy of an proprietor, but a lone woman greeting a shifty vagabond. "No." Melanie almost growled in her hungry excitement. She observed Jessica's long rich blue hair, black lipstick, eyebrow, nose and ear piercings, thin see-through knitted sweater with wide black and white stripes, and knee high boots with lacings all the way up. "I'm going to help myself." She said, knowing with a word she could have it all, but getting pleasure from the girl's genuine reactions for the time being. Jessica could have no idea that Melanie's cock was struggling against the tight jeans with all it's might. "Look..." Jessica said unconsciously backing up a step. "I got the impression you were hitting on me before, but really I'm not into that kind of thing." The honest truth was Jessica was actually slightly curious about the same sex, and was kind of tempted when propositioned before, but she sure didn't want this woman tearing her a new one. She watched Melanie coming around the counter, running one hand along the edge. Jessica watched the eyes on hers and had never felt this kind of fear before. She kept slowly backing up until against the wall by the cash register. Melanie came in close and Jessica could smell liquor. This was not reassuring. She would have screamed, but was bewitched by the confident power being exuded. Melanie leaned in close enough to kiss Jessica's nose. She could see every eyelash and pore. The world went silent in this long moment, then Melanie softly, and sexily whispered; "Command." The word was barely more than the two clicks of consonants. Melanie watched the scared grey eyes go hazy, Jessica's body relaxing. "Kiss me." She said and grabbed the blue head with both hands as they made out against the wall. The small store was filled with the sounds of shuffling bodies against the wall and each other, mixed with slight moaning and nose breathing. Melanie was grinding her groin against Jessica's hips, loving the tight body against her steel rod of a dick. The bell above the door jangled, and a built older bald guy walked in. It took a second to register that two babes were making out like they had an diet of exclusively Spanish fly. He lifted his sunglasses on his forehead and laughed. He started to come forward to join the party when Melanie disentangled herself and shot him a look that could have killed. His smile dropped and he halted. A moment of looking at this huntress with it's prey was all it took to make him think better of it and take his leave, only turning back once. Melanie moved swiftly for the door when he was gone, leaving Jessica looking stunned and ruffled in the corner breathing hard. Melanie flipped the sign to closed and clicked the lock. Against the sunlight coming in through the glass door, her black silhouette turned back to the room and walked back to Jessica with a dark laugh. - - - Melanie zipped up her jeans after shoving her sore dripping cock inside. She bent to pick up her black bra and shirt and slid them on over her sweaty torso and breasts. For the life of her she couldn't stop smiling a toothy panting smile. They were in the back room where the inking was done, where hundreds of satisfied customers had passed through. Melanie considered herself another one of them. She stood there, shoulders and arms lax and looked down her nose at Jessica in the hydraulic tattoo chair. She was like a trophy for this nymphomaniac. Jessica lay in the chair fully reclined, completely naked and oozing cum from every orifice except ears. Melanie had fucked the blue haired temptress raw at least twice in each hole and overloaded it with thick dripping seed. Jessica's arms lay limp on the rests with an infrequent twitch. Her legs were apart, a white puddle slowly growing between them on the leather seat. Her breasts were out, some hickey and teeth marks remained. Her eyes were rolled up, not quite back yet. Her hair was a mess. Her eyeliner ran, and lipstick smeared. Her was mouth open, cum running out down the chin. The only sign of life was the rising and falling chest, and the cum bubble on one nostril changing size. Melanie fished out some bills and threw them on the destroyed girl. College Clones Ch. 09: Catalyst "Command." She said. Jessica's grey eyes gave a twitch. "You're going to have sex from now on with anyone that hits on you, especially if it's a woman. You're going to remember what just happened and keep it to yourself, but always want more. Always." Melanie looked around the parlour and the cum soaked, wrecked girl. "It's been a pleasure frequenting your establishment." She said and left, leaving the sign to show "closed". She arrived back at her dorm room that night with a bang as she kicked her door open. The sound was followed by clinking of bottles as she carried in a case of fifteen beers and two brown paper bags. "Where's my pretty little slut?" She asked with a slur. Her question was answered midway through however, as she noticed Shelby in the middle of the room on a chair. The seat was facing the door, and she took in the sight of the body that was once hers stark naked, with knees on the cushion and moist pussy on display. Shelby was rubbing her clit slowly, teasing herself and waiting for her mistress for what may have been hours. "That's my girl." Melanie said and set everything down on the bed to her right. Shelby watched in impatient agony as her mistress ripped open the box and chugged a beer. With a burp, Melanie paused, then passed one to Shelby with a smirk. "Here. If you're going to be me, then you've gotta drink like me. Show your mistress what she looks like drunk." Taking the beer apprehensively, Shelby opened it and looked in. She had never drank before, but this was a direct order. Her will steeled and she chugged. Melanie watched in genuine surprise as her old body's throat worked it down. Through the pleasant blur of her buzz she seen herself nude of the chair, leaning back with closed eyes and such supple breasts drinking the perspiring beer. Her libido engine was firing up again, valves lighting up and steam issuing from pipes and gears working blood down into the groin. Watching this was like some new sexy and daring beer commercial. Shelby lowered the empty bottle and looked up at her mistress with an excited pleased smile. A tear ran down her cheek as she looked for approval in her love's eyes. She wasn't disappointed. "Now that's my fucking girl." Melanie said, sincerely impressed. "You need a reward..." She said and rustled open one of the paper bags. After the tattoo parlour she had taken an obvious trip to the liquor store, but also the small sex shop for some goodies. There was much training to do. Melanie turned back with a bottle of flavoured lubricant and red dildo - batteries ready. She clicked it on and felt the familiar buzzing feeling in her hand and that slightly annoying but appealing whirring sound. She remembered she hadn't even closed the door yet, and turned for it to see the R.A. standing there in his shorts and polo shirt. He was wide-eyed and startled looking between them. One Melanie on the chair ass up and buck nyekid fingering herself while looking back over her shoulder. Another Melanie standing by her with lube and a large glossy humming dildo. The three stayed like that for a long moment, then Melanie walked for the door. "Dude, not cool. That's my sister." She said reproachfully and closed the door. - - - Melanie sat in that classroom and issued a dark laugh as she remembered this. How she thought she would regret that, but found she didn't really. She felt her pet fucking her cock steadily with a wet onahole, teasing and edging for a bigger load payoff soon. Melanie remembered how she rewarded her slave to twenty minutes of eating her exposed cunt and ass, using what she nicknamed "Red Rocket" to fuck the one she wasn't licking. She loved the taste of her own pussy. Now she knew what she tasted like to all the others. Shelby had cum multiple times through both orifices, and even squirt once when a simultaneous one rocked her body, causing her to tremble. Melanie remembered them sharing drinks and even pleasure with the sense link in the darkening room and fucking like monkeys. She was getting into holding another her's love handles and feeling her own tits in her squeezing hands. It was the kinkiest thing she had ever experienced. She had cum again and again, each in a different place. Her stamina seemed bottomless as she fucked Shelby's pussy, ass, mouth, hands, feet, breasts, between ass cheeks and once when they were both slick with sweat and oils in the armpits. Not one load was wasted. Not a one. Melanie licked some up out of pure lust, but Shelby seemed addicted to the stuff. It may have been because she was such a pig in her previous body, or just from utter devotion and love for her mistress. She consumed every drop, and deeply kissed Melanie when she had some herself. Between each round of sweaty, slippery sex they would lay together and give exhausted laughs, or do some shots and drinks together in the nude. Each time they went back to sex it got messier and wilder. It was Shelby's first time getting drunk and Melanie was falling for how cute and perverse it was. It was like being the cool Aunt getting a niece drunk at camp before being of age. Melanie remembered the next morning - that Monday morning - when after both waking still drunk Shelby had wanted to come to class with Melanie that day. She said no, not unkindly but wanting to be alone for a while. Shelby pouted, but then suggested something so out of the blue and provocative that Melanie couldn't refuse. She had suggested switching bodies for the day and keeping the link on. This was something Melanie had forgot completely about and felt an emotion she had never, ever, ever, EVER thought she could ever have; a reluctance to be in her real body. She had grown accustomed to - and possibly in love with - this new body, fully equipped with cock and balls. She had liked being able to actually fuck something, it was empowering. Melanie asked why, with a hint of unwillingness in her voice. Shelby seemed a bit shy to answer, but Melanie thought she knew. They had swapped back, and one went to class way before it started after giving a soft kiss, and the other stayed behind nude and ripped open the paper bag of toys. Sitting in the classroom Melanie took a pint out of her bag and swigged it. Her life was as crazy as she had ever wanted it, and if it wasn't for the mild headache it might even be perfect. She laid back in the chair languidly and spun in circles. This time spent alone in the quiet room, with booze, a much bigger bank account, and the sex slave she always wanted... anything felt possible in the morning light. Then there was a distant noise and she knew people were shuffling in for class. She put away the bottle and leaned back against the wall. As it slowly filled with people and mild activity there was a thrilling perversity to the fact that anyone could look at her and not possibly know the sensations she felt. She could walk up to the front of class and talk to the instructor Janice passively, and feel her dick in a different building fucking lubed plastic. Contemplating this for a while in her haze, she barely noticed Tricia coming in and sitting down. Her eyes opened a bit more and she watched. The chair under Tricia gave another bob down for a second, almost as if an invisible weight had dropped on her lap. It took a few seconds for Melanie to realize what must have happened, and she gave a knowing smile. Tricia looked up at her and seemed nervous, so Melanie gave a kind wave... and a wink. She turned to draw and had a pretty good idea that Trish had brought her clone. How she wanted to see it... see two of her... see what they did alone. Melanie had found she cared for Tricia in a way. She felt a bit sorry for her shyness and wanted to see her smile. Then she wondered how Tricia fucked it... she definitely had sex with it... but who was in it? Anyone? No one? Melanie sat there wanting to start drawing, but just thought about two Tricias making love while feeling Shelby's masturbation. Melanie knew her pet was addicted to cum, and wanted the cock all day like a personal jizz dispenser. Two awkward, quiet Tricias moaning in lust... sucking dick... licking ass... looking at another her through foggy glasses... Someone to her left sat next to Tricia and she looked to see Jack there setting up his station. He looked at Melanie and their eyes exchanged acknowledgement. She seen him look at Tricia, and the extra second his gaze lingered told her that he guessed as she did. It was true... two of her in that room with them... God how she wanted to see them fucking. Her pleasure was reaching a peak as she imagined it. Soon Jack got up and walked out, leaving the view open across the room. Tricia looked at Melanie, whom was nearing climax. Melanie unabashedly stared back at first, unable to look away as she remembered Tricia in that storage room with all the other clones. Then she caught herself and faced her desk as she shared Shelby's orgasm. The teasing and edging worked. She felt thick wads firing out and she closed her eyes and grit her teeth. A minute passed, and the ecstasy ebbed away. She felt Shelby sucking the onahole and fingers inside it, no doubt scooping out everything she couldn't get with her tongue. Not missing a single drop. Melanie gave a little satisfied sigh and started drawing with shaking hands as Jack came back with another chair. She ignored it and just tried to work for a while. As she drew her stylized Jessica she remembered their recent interaction in the shop. Every line and curve felt she made of the body felt like conquering the blue haired beauty again. She worked in drunken contentedness, when suddenly Tricia and Jack left together. Melanie felt mildly curious, but was too tired to really ponder it. They came back some time later, and Tricia was missing a sandal for some reason. Melanie realized Jack must have a fetish, seeing how he enhanced feet stimuli with the bracelet. Did she give him her flip-flop? Melanie started thinking of Jack alone later sniffing and licking a flip-flop while jerking off. She was again drifting back into her mental red motel room of thought when Jack sat next to her, snapping her out of drunken imaginings. "Top of the morning." He said with that familiar smile. "Mind if I have a bit?" He clearly recognized the scent of booze. "...Huh? Oh. Yeah, sure." Melanie replied and handed him the pint from her bag. Jack took a drink and passed it back. "You should come to a thing I'm having at my place Tuesday night." He said. "What, like a party?" She asked. A real shindig would be just the thing. A real celebration of everything perfect in her life now. Her personal bitch slave Shelby... and the money. "Kinda, yeah." He said. "She'll be there." Jack motioned behind him. Melanie couldn't help but look at Tricia who seemed so content all of a sudden. Melanie wanted to ask why that mattered, but she got the impression Jack knew she liked Trish. She suddenly had an image of Tricia drunk... and if it's Jack's place she might even bring her clone... "Where and when?" - - - -- Previous Friday -- Both Hellens woke up at about the same time. They had stayed up all night, taking turns with the laptop. They were observing what others were doing on their computers, most were just using social networking. They were passively doing this while they just thought and plotted. There was a span of a few hours where they just closed the laptop and talked to each other. Hellen and her clone just shootin' the shit. The casual way they could just discuss whatever, and just be together was so pleasant they were reluctant to sleep. They decided to skip class when the sun was rising, and they crawled in to the same bed. Picture these perfect copies under sheets together, whispering their mutual love and softly kissing until asleep. If that doesn't strike you as adorably precious, what will? The clone woke first and seen again what she looked like when asleep. The brown hair splayed on their pillow, the afternoon sunlight glowing on the cheek, the soft breathing, the hand near the mouth. She felt such a wave of love that she hadn't thought possible a few days ago. For the rest of their lives... they had this for the rest of their lives. Then an idea hit her. "Hellen." She said lightly, still enamoured how she could address her own name like this. "Hellen, I think we have a plan." The original Hellen stirred and opened her eyes with a slow breath in through her nose. She seemed confused for the smallest moment when seeing her clone, thinking she was still asleep, then a tired smile of realization. "Hmm?" She mumbled and rubbed her eyes. "We can get him while he sleeps." "... Wha- Oh... huh. Well maybe, he won't be able to pull that command shit." She said with a morning's raspy voice. "That's a good start, glad I thought of it." She said with a playful smile and they both giggled. Hellen had never giggled before. What followed was the most comfortable silence she ever experienced. They could just stare at each other and know one another. "I don't wanna get up." Hellen said, her hand propping up her head. "Well too bad!" The other her said and shot forward, quickly tickling all the places she was most ticklish. They both laughed as Hellen tried to bat away the fingers. An hour later they were both at the local mall browsing clothing. When they left dormitory they used an alternate exit to avoid Veronika working reception. They'd deal with that later somehow. For now they walked around closer than necessary and holding hands. It wasn't very busy there, but the few people who seen them did double-takes. They had found a loophole in Jack's order to be discreet. Hellen wanted to bring her other self out into the world, so figured all it would take to do so would be a vocal command. Whenever someone looked too curiously at them, or got too close they told them to "Forget". They grinned, watching the inquisitive or nervous expression fade away and they went on their way. Having the same taste, deciding on clothes was easy enough. Everything they got, they got at least two of them. Pairs of over-shirts, tanktops, jeans, skate shoes, flip-flops, floppy beanies, the works. They changed in the same stall in the dressing room, and emerged as perfect duplicates. Both wore black beanies, thin black over-shirts over bright red tubetops, ripped grey jeans, and black skate shoes. They were both feeling great now, mostly from love for themselves but also at beating Jack's rule. They stood side by side in front of the wall size mirror, then exchanged glances. Both Hellens were getting aroused. "Check it out..." The original Hellen said, and brought her copy to the mirror. "It's like there are four of us." Indeed it looked like that. Like two pairs observing themselves. They looked at each other again, and knew that they were thinking the same thing. It was too big to discuss now, so they dismissed it and left the change room together. At the counter the older lady behind the register looked at them in wonder. Why would twins want to dress the same? Something didn't seem natural to her about them. She watched one of them holding bags of clothing and tap the other girl on the shoulder. The other one who was getting her wallet stopped and listened as the first whispered in her ear. They shared a sneaky smile and the lady didn't like that one bit as the wallet went away. She also didn't like the way they were looking at her. The last thing she remembers is one of them saying something, then everything went fuzzy. When she came to the cash register was open and empty, and she was in her underwear. Her dress was on a mannequin by the window. She was still standing behind the register and noticed markings all over her skin. Panicking, she ran to the change room and shrieked at the mirror. Someone had drawn all over her with markers. Curse words, characters, symbols on almost every exposed inch of her body, even a Hitler moustache scribbled under her nose. Who did this? She just couldn't remember... Outside behind the mall, the Hellens were sitting side by side against each other on a concrete block. They were laughing and sharing tokes with their vaporizer. One would take a hit, then blow it into the other's mouth. Every time they shared a small smooch after. They were alone back here, the asphalt cracked, some grass that fought it's way through was waving in the cool breeze. One Hellen started singing "Sex and Candy", and the other joined with a wide grin while lightly kicking her legs. They harmonized perfectly in this small empty lot surrounded by trees. "Hangin' round, Downtown by myself, And I had so much time, To sit and think about myself, And then there she was... Like double cherry pie, Yeah there she was, Like disco superfly..." They looked at each other and laughed, then shared another quick kiss. "I've always wanted to do this." The other her said and took a handful of money bills out of the bag. "Oh yeah!" Hellen exclaimed. She watched her duplicate throw the money into the air, and they both had one excellent moment with arms raised, hundreds of dollars floating down around them like dead leaves with dead men of government on them. Hellen picked up some fifties and lit them with her lighter. They watched the flame hungrily consume the currency. They had no real need for it anymore. The only thing either of them wanted was themselves. - - - The dorm door opened after a long silence following a gentle knock. Veronika stood there, looking slightly unkempt. Her and Hellen looked at each other uncomfortably for a few seconds. "I heard you weren't at class today." Veronika said, not meeting eyes. "Nah. Wasn't feeling it." Hellen noticed that she wasn't welcomed in like she normally would have been. Veronika hesitated before stepping back a bit. Hellen walked in and sat on the bed, wanting to seem casual. Tension was contagious. "So... what's up?" Veronika said with a hand on her hip. There seemed to be more to this question than just conversation. "Nothin' really. Just wanted to see how you're doing. I seen the schedule in the lobby and saw you got reception, that's great!" Hellen said, trying to bring the energy up. "Yeah, it's pretty cool. I can make some money while working on homework and stuff" "Decent." Hellen said, noticing how the eyes didn't quite meet hers. "So uh... I talked to Rebecca recently." Veronika nodded hearing this, looking at her chipped nail polish. Hellen started to get a little angry. This was so immature and degrading. It was just sex for fuck sakes. She thought how irritated her clone would be too. "She said you heard me gettin' the shaft." "Is that what happened?" Veronika said, now looking up. There was something so accusatory in her gaze... that and something near fear. "How did you do that thing in class yesterday?" Hellen looked stunned for a second, and knew that was the wrong move. It seemed to tell Veronika what she wanted to hear. "It's not possible... and what I heard in your room only makes this worse. Something's wrong with you Hellen, and I don't know what. Is there..." She paused, her throat clicking with a difficult swallow. Hellen knew this was so crazy that her friend was fighting to ask the looming question. "... Is there another you?" Hellen tried to say "yes", but couldn't. She wasn't permitted by Jack's order to tell. She tried to nod, but it couldn't be done. Veronika watched as Hellen seemed to struggle with something. She felt like an interrogator in some freak show. It wasn't possible... but Hellen wasn't laughing or calling her stupid or insane. The eyes of her friend - who was sitting like a child who broke the vase - confirmed some truth to the question. Veronika reeled. She knew Hellen had no twin sister... and the things she heard her saying...