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Sodachi Oikura had a long day at work.
She bent over to grab her mail, but sliced her finger from the paper. Crismon dripped from her finger, the red soaking into the letter like coffee sinks into an expensive Sunday dress. Heat rose in her frigid chest. Cringing, she slowly sucked on her finger, iron creeping into her dry mouth,all while emptiness permeated her brain as the thick fluid discharged in the dry crevices of her mouth. The abuse that filed today from customers, workers, and even the stale environment made her quell in disgust. A red hate swelled in her like a balloon, threatening to pop and explode like a pimple. The worst part was she couldn't even lash out or even speak out, otherwise be scolded or worse,the ice about to break underneath her feet anyway.
Whatever, there were more important things to do, and she always found ways to curse out the world in her mind.
Heavy sounds like storm raindrops clanged onto the metal, surrounded by city lights as she climbed the stairs of the yellow apartment. It was Hakobes who provided the place of the apartment- friend of a friend- but she begged for her to pay the rent herself. She didn't want to be tied to anything more. Anymore anymore. A small pain for salvation, freedom from those chains of love. Or that's what she thought.
A slight warmth kissed her cheek, the mellow scent of food carried in the wind. Chicken, chicken curry, and it was coming from her apartment. A small curve of muscles, face warmed up with pink and she followed closer to the apartment-she was somewhat excited with a twinge of anxiety. But not of an unknown guest at her house, cooking for her. Taking up space in her house.
No, she knew this person all too well.
Her breath clouded stepped in front of that prussian blue metal door. Clattering and mixing could be heard from the other side as she rustled in her purse. Plastic case of lipstick, fake satin of the walls, cold metal, the keys dangled in her hand and moved to keyhole- but the sound of chains clanging and jiggling of doorknobs beat her to it. Swoosh- the door swung open, tan arms springed and wrapped her around a summer scarf.
“Soda-chee!!!!” A short hair girl's smile like a puppy seemed brighter than all the artificial lights of Tokyo. Her chest pressed into hers, their heads nearly lined up, save for Sodachi's faux fur lined snow boots. Their colors overlapped, the warmth felt so tight and familiar. It chilled Sodachi to her core.
The pale face of Sodachi was shadowed as her brown down at the girl. “Hello, Oikura” The stoic girl's hair blew from the backwind as she looked at the girl. Her roommate. Her light shadow. Her clone.
Oikura Sodachi.
Oikura nearly painted Sodachis's face with sweet pecs and kisses. She wagged her butt as pushed into the ribs of a skinny girl with such adoring affection, it seemed she would fall over. “Hey, be careful, you want me to fall over, want me to go over the rail?” Sodachi whined, pushing the playful pup back. “And hey wait a minute? Why are you wearing my apron, are you mocking me after my long day's work?
“Geez! You’re so mean already!” Oikura pouted, twirling the pink frilly apron like a spring flower before grabbing the pale girl's hand-it was so soft. “Come! I made us dinner!” The comfort of the industrial apartment filled as she entered, Sodachi’s pigtails bouncing as they were pulled along- she couldn't even take off her boots. The tan girl led her into the kitchen with a wide smile on her face, before it quickly dropped. “Ah oh-no-oh no!” A boiling pot was fuzzing all over the stove. The gridded high heat was cut off way too late, creamy foam rushing onto the ground. “Ou-ou-ou-ou” Rawdogging it, she removed the pot and popped it on the table, whining as her hands recoiled from the high heat. The spectators face squinched as the sink was filled with pots and puddles of unknown origin- so much work she would have to do later. Sighing, the tired girl shedded her work skin, collapsing onto her chair as Oikura put down more side dishes and opened the pot of rice, the dishes arranged in the golden ratio they both loved. Finally opening a pot, it revealed the other golden item, curry. The flavor of warmth immersed her into the feeling of home that was so foreign to her.
“So how was work?” Oikura crashed on the opposite side of the table, layering food on plates all folded in neat angles to get the perfect mathematical position. Rice, curry, grilled scallions and seaweed, and fried eggs.
Sodachi grabbed a small porcelain bowl, crossing her legs as she perched into the oak. “Bad.” She smoothed a bit of hot rice into a comma with a fat head, pouring the bright brown curry to neatly meet the top of the white edible barrier. It wasn't even enough for a proper meal.
Her face dropped as she grabbed a huge spoonful of rice and curry.“Oh no!” Oikura's face filled with worry, the chair rubbing on the wood as she scooted up. “What happened? Tell me all about it!”
Both of them don't know how they saw each other that fateful winter day 2 months ago, they just know Sodachi saw Oikura first. It was a ghastly morning, the fog slugging on the streets of the city. The skinny girl, trying to avoid the mirror as always, was stopped by an odd sight. Curiosity bore as she gazed into the mirror. Instead of seeing that same drained face, a full face and wide eyes stared back at her instead. The flesh was alien to her, something that couldn’t be explained by all the thinkers on this vast planet, made even outside of it. There was a deafening silence, the two didn't think it was real, but of course, the girl on the other side was the first to reach out. Both of their mouths were agape as her tan fingers shone through the shimmering portal. The first time they touched, even with their fingertips, it felt like years of unknown connection. It felt ill fitting yet unfortunately close. Extraterrestrial, yet so blissfully human.
Then Oikura’s full body fell out of the mirror.
Ever since then, there have been 2 Sodachis living in one apartment. The short haired puppyish gal, called by their first name Oikura, stays “cleaning”, and playing games as always did back at her old home. Meanwhile, the long haired cat like woman Sodachi goes to work, slaving away for the both of them with a bitter face. But it's not like Oikura could go out and get a job. No documents. No way to make money.
All this work, and for what reason, to keep hiding a clone of herself inside? Her own personal shine of human connection?
A sharp chuckle
How perverted she's become.
…
Oikura kept sneaking glances at Sodachi as they were doing the dishes, finishing up their food after about an half hour. A peep. “Did you like dinner?” Her ocean eyes fluttered like a fairy. She washed and scrubbed at a more gentle pace than whatever she was doing during cooking dinner.
“It was good.” Her pigtails swayed gently as she mumbled “Bitter parts towards the bottom.” Her brown bagged eyes shuttered at her feet as she dried the dishes, not wanting to look at the food soaking the sink.
“Nganh.. You could be a little kinder! I cooked it to try to be a good wife!” Oikura growled, bumping her hip into the other girl.
Now the ticked off cat glared at the childish puppy, trying to shut down the tomfoolery. It did not work. Thrash. She pursued. Thrash. She stepped on her other girl's foot as she passed her another dish. Thrash. A hip war commenced, both getting more aggressive, but also more and more childlike. Tug of war between baby animals. The skinny girl eventually lost when she almost fell to her feet.
The Sodachis finally finished their cleaning, fully settling in for the evening. Her short curls sprung up as slung onto the couch, patting her soft and full belly. Sweat on her brow, the pale girl pulled off her vest and loosened her shirt. She could feel the Tan girl's icy glare on her skin, though every time Sodachi stared back the culprit would cheekily turn away, as if it was some twisted game of jack-in-a-box.
A deep mocking voice rung out. “Put on a show for me, baby girl~” Oikura smirked, licking her lips as a hungry dog.
“Ugh, you sound like a perverted old man.” A scoff. Sticking one of her long legs out, the sweat clinged to her tights. Slowly, like one would open a blind box, her white skin showed as she peeled the brown tights, freeing her flustered feet- wigglinging her red and sweaty toes.
She could hear Oikura whistle out loud, giddy like a little kid watching a 3D movie. “Pathetic.” Sodachi growled, throwing the coffee tights onto the pervert's face. Getting up and walking to the restroom, she suddenly stopped by that annoyance grabbing her arm.
“Play with me!” The silly girl whined at her, puppy-like glimmer in her eyes. She engaged in her attack, pushing her full breast into Sodachi's arm.
“I'm getting in the shower!” A lousy pink rushed onto her face. “Then I'm going to bed! I've been working all day!”
“Noo!!” The puppyish girl tugged on the other’s belly. “If you fall asleep now Soda-chee, I'll be up all night, I won't even be able to stay still for our nightly cuddle session! I'll have to start to grope and squeeze your boobs just to calm down!”
Even more confusing heat. “You can just play on my PC by yourself.” grumbling, the victim instinctively covered chest “And hey, when did those even become set in stone that was nightly?”
“Huh it's not?” She jumped closer to Sodachi's face. “What's with all these rules and regulations?! Do you hate your wife now too?!”
“You are not my wife, nobody would have a spouse as terrible as you!” She broke away with a playful grimace. “Fine, but cookies better be out as well.”
“Yay!” Oikura cheered, skipping away. Sodachi sighed, a smile as she walked into the restroom. The restroom was small, mostly white, with just a few pink colorful stripes on the walls, and glass cabinets to hold medicines and blades. Other than that there was a strange looking faucet and the barriers to the tub and shower. They were originally white, but Oikura begged to put Daiso flower stickers on them. Already peeling off, it was a nice splash of color from all the ivory. Fragrance sweat beaded off her body as she undressed her white cotton shirt and deep brown skirt. Sighing, she unhooked her purple lace bra. Warm to the touch, her modest breast hanging from her chest. Sodachi looked down at her budding chest, the size not up to par. “At least someone likes it” She muttered as she bent over. Her delicate fingers stretched the purple satin of her hips and pulled down, stepping out of the holes. The underwear crumbled to the ground and her hung penis slightly swayed from the release.
Hand on handle, a shud sound, she got into the shower. She turned on the water, the healing liquid was hot, to the point steam rose her fractured body and her cheeks flushed with color. Soap on the loofa, Sodachi started from her legs. It stung a little, her legs and body were so sore and sensitive. She glided over hips, soap painting over the cracks. A shudder ran through her as she scrubbed the red skin of her pits, tingling from a fresh shave. Almost done, she started to wash her oily hair, before wincing, a painful twinge on her finger. Her lips sucked the bitterness once again, but stopped to look at her arm. Scars lined up her arms, some newer and older. It was the same for her thighs, her skin was rough and bumpy at the feel like a jaded crocodile.
A flashback tore into her. She had knocked over the small pot of hot water and scalded her arm. One of her coworkers, who was just trying to be nice, looked at her like she was some lost animal with the bandages in his hand. How his eyes turned from sincere, to pity, as he held up her lashed out wrist.
She went home to cut even more after that, the look of unaware disgust seared into her mind as she bled bright red into the pure bed sheets.
Pale with panic, her lungs sharply rose with air and horror. Chills filled her skin and shame filled her entire soul. Tears overflowed, a scream of hatred that didn't feel like her escaped her dry mouth,. Her knees buckled, crashing into the side of her own cage. Pain- red-throbbing…washing…..Brightness filled her, chill and shock nullified her feelings… something warm waved in her brain, the sound of humming riding in her soul.
Oikara's voice. Oh that angel voice, how those soft sounds could sound like the lord’s bugles. How they washed her sins, her indoor saint. Her heart pained once again as heard that sonnet move away from her, the echo of a close door panging through the room. Sighing, her body accepted breath again. A wave, more like a cool air came over her head. She noticed a small doodle of a black cat fading away. Next to it, Φ = q/ε0, Gauss's equation. And with that, a smile came to her disfigured face.
However, it was soon that a scowl came to her face by Oikura's choice. A loose lingerie set, it was pretty easy to see through the dark purple silk dress up. And of course the gown was too short, her silk thong, the silhouette of her member peeking through. Next to it a yellow sticky note “Hope you're ready for some fun!”
“Jezz. I know I bought it but let me pick my own clothes” A weird grin on her face.
Sodachi left the restroom in the lingerie, putting the rest of the clothing in the filled laundry pile-She had to stop waiting for Sunday to come. Feet leading her, she entered into the living room and scanned around. Paper along with colorful toys lined the table and floor. Some of the pages of puzzles were already done. Oikura was on the floor, working on a jigsaw puzzle. She was on her belly, cotton white panties hugging her full butt. A white baby doll tee was still light on her halfway exposed back, one of the few places that wasn’t kissed by the sun. By then she was almost finished with the puzzle, putting a piece on the girl's skirt around the right bottom corner. Looking around for another piece, searching around for the missing piece. The long-haired girl stepped closer and squatted, holding up the last piece close to the clone lost in thought face.
“Ah, thank you!” The dark girl's face lit up with her adorable smile, grabbing the pieces and snapping them into place. Sodachi picked up a riddle book and flipped through it. “All done!” It was quite a pretty illustration. No. Breathtaking what it was. A young girl with a purple dress looking up at the ivory moon, loneliness stitched on her expression. Covering the bottom, the subject is surrounded by shades of purple flowers and wild blades of cool grass. It shone. Shiny and bright compared to the dull colors of the girl. It was almost overwhelming. It was chokingly complex, it made no sense to the watcher how quickly the participant could finish those in such a quick time.
A childish whine. “Too bad you took so long to shower. I wanted to do it with you.” Oikura sat up. She leaned onto Sodachi, clearly looking at the budding fruit on her skin. “So what else are we doing?”
“Nothing.” An annoyed face as she closed the book with a clap.
“Eh! Why not!” A childish groan. “Did I mess up by not waiting, was it something else, did you finally come to hate me?”
“First of all I already hate you.” Her cat-like glimmer focused on organizing the mess on the table.. “And I'm just too tired, work was already tiring enough, now I need to humor you? What are you, some sort of baby? A needy boyfriend? ” She held her curls down with shame. Her pale hands started to stack the paper, clapping as she stacked on a neat pile.
“Let's just head to bed now- we're both-”
“No!’
A thud echoed in that dull room, the two girls tumbling to the ground. Oikura pinned Sodachi, their faces so close, they could feel each other's breaths.
Ocean eyes stared into cedar eyes. Soft thighs brushed against each other. Ah- Their breasts only slightly touched. It was chokingly close and brutally warm. They felt so close if they were melting, could they melt? The clone’s hand touched the bottom girl's cheek, brushing her silver hair behind her hot ear.
“Please” The tan girl's face was pink with newfound shame as she whispered to the other girl. “Don't leave me bored.”
“Ah. So that's what you want to do.” Her dark pupils stared into the other girl's eyes. “You pervert.”
“You know I already asked.” Her clone trembled.
Both of their minds raced with the same conclusion.
Worship.
Sodachi tugged Oikura's hair, smashing their soft lips together. The long haired woman's tongue dug deeply into the recipient's mouth, filling every crevice with her familiar flavor. Desperate breaths. Their pink tongues grinded and pulled against each other. Those tan legs spread, lowering her crotch onto purple lingerie. Needy groans. Quiet whispers of pleasure fell into each other's mouths as they felt their clothed shafts slowly frotting against each other. Their hot and needy cocks felt so close together even with the fabric. They were begging to feel one another, it felt like a moment they would pierce through. A soft palm damp with sweat crawled up the skinny girl's rib cage, building tension before shakily grabbing her right breast. Sodachi pulled away from the kiss and back arching as she let out a cry of pleasure. The flustered girl grabbed onto that tan hip-her hot thighs was full of life. “God…” A slap on Oikura's hind leg, pushing them deeper into ecstasy. Their appetite for pleasure clouded their sense of oneself, the lust burning hot. Each thrust was at the perfect moment, at the perfect tempo, and at the perfect depth. It was almost like they were made to tease and arouse the other, and like their bodies were doing it for a long time. They were. After all, who knew someone better than yourself? An exploding heat. Suddenly Oikura groaned loudly, palms rushing around her tip. Sodachi's face blushed as her clone’s painties soiled and filled with her semen, groaning as she couldn’t stop the ecstasy .
Sliding off the lankly girl, the flustered tomboy buried her head into the couch. “Ahhh!!! I didn't mean to cum so early!! I'm so stupid! stupidstupidstupid-” As she pounded the black couch with anger,an extremely perverted idea came to the cat like girl mind as the flustered girl ass was right in front of her. She slinked away on all fours, leaving her other to rant by herself.
The embarrassed girl didn't even hear the mischievous person rustling behind her. “What kinda partner am I if I just burst like that, Damn Soda-chee, why do- HUHN?” Her flesh jiggled as warm air hit her ass, her shorts and underwear pulled down with a swift motion. “W-What are you doing Soda-chee?!
“Shut up.” A slap echoed across the room. I'm giving you what you want.” Snark on her tone, her pointer finger rimmed a lube finger into the pink asshole winking at her. She agonizingly traced around that sensitive hole, the teasing almost painful to her recipient. Just when it was almost too much, suddenly she stuck two fingers into the asshole. An unruly shout came from the short hair girl, eyes rolling back in pleasure as those digits dug into her. Every single prod and press was debilibrate, stroking and covering every single part with chilling lube. One part made the puppy sink her fangs into the couch, stars brightening and exploding in her nerves. Sodachi shuddered at the holy sight. She could see Oikura's penis twitch with excitement, rising more and more almost as if her fingers were a pulley of pleasure. By the time her long fingers exited, her clone’s cock was already fully frustrated. And so was hers. It prodded out her satin thong with longing, the tip red and flustered with need. Shuddering as her sensitive shaft touched the two toned skin on her back. It dragged slowly down. So slowly it might kill them. Finally, her hot tip pressed on that soft skin of her clone, it begged to let her in. A groan aroused from them as her dick broke through. Each inch. Each inch felt like heaven and hell, their soul shudding as the full member pulsed in her.
“O-O-Okay~ I'm going to start m-moving now~” Sodachi’s palms rested on Oikura's beautiful thighs in order to get some more leverage. An agonizing gasp released for her lungs as her cock started to slide backwards and forwards. They both groaned from the friction, pleasure waving through them like a tide, getting powerful and powerful. “Holy-shit. It's so t-itight~ I can barely m-move!” Her sharp fingernail squeezed on her clone's skin-they were trembling- her eyes tightly closed.
“Soda-chee~” A puppishy whimper. “Go!- Go faster please~” Slick oozed onto her legs as her toned ass bounced back onto the large penis. Intensity. “Y-YES! Right there Soda-chee! Ngn! That part feel-s so good!” Sweat beadied on her white back, those silver curls jolted with every pleasing slap and poor moan. Long hair shadowed the lanky girl’s face as her pace increased. The pillow twisted with greed, trying to find purchase in her indulgent rut, groaning as sounds of clapping and slicking coming from the crazed heat only brought them deeper into depravity . The puppy's dark palm furiously rubbed her dick with aching. God- She could feel that coil in her. That nagging coil- It tightened with every pump of pleasure. It was so close. So close to exploding through her.
Then it suddenly stopped.
Or to say Sodachi had stopped.
“So…Soda..Sodachi!!” Oikura shuddered, whining back with genuine pain.
“I'm going to.. wait…” Sodachi gasped “I'm just trying to..ngh! I'm trying to adjust myself…”
“Please~ I need it please~” The needy girl pushed deeper into that cock, the unready girl releasing a guttural moan as the tip dug deep into those tight walls. It was agonizinging for both of them. Wanting her reward, to go deeper but nails like daggers sunk into the other girl's ass. Her ocean eyes winced as she gazed back at the other girl. Sodachi's face was pink and flustered, eyes dizzy and worried, like she was holding on to a terrible secret. It was…a familiar face.
A smug smile crept onto her, her whisper hot and sweet like honey. “Sodachi…” The pathetic girl shot down in embarrassment. “ Are you about to come~”
“N-No!” Her breath hitched, crossed eyed and dumbfounded. “ I'm just- ngh! I'm just, uun!” Sodachi was caught. Embarrassment mixing with her lust. It was terribly arousing to both of them. A high yelp escaped from the powerless girl as her clone turned around on her dick to face her, their flushed faces meeting each other. With one simple tap, the two tumbled onto the floor, in the process sinking the puppy balls deep into the other girl. Their voices rang from the shock of oversimulation, both of their cocks bursting out precum on instinct. Their chests rose rapidly as they rode down from a rush of closeness, before the girl on top of her giggled. The light playful tone vibrated in Sodachi’s ears, mixing with the feeling of her lower abdomen pulsing. Pleasure crashed through them as Oikura started to grind on the other girl's hard dick, the flustered cock getting rocked side to side in her tight asspussy. Their hands felt each other up, Sodachi’s on her angel’s hip, and Oikura’s on her partner’s ribs. Teeth wide and moaning in that cute tone, she bent forward and started to move on the long shaft up and down, making sure her ocean eyes poured into her toy’s brown flustered ones. Precum soaked their warm bellies, her puppy cock slapping on the skin as it swung like a metronome. Her long silver hair blended into the rug as the lanky girl's head sank deeper with every slap of skin, mouth agape and face sultry. Every bounce- Every movement, made her abdomen ache, the tight feeling inside of her getting unbearable and dangerous.
“Sodachi~Your cock feels so good…Ngh!” The short hair grinned with her flustered face that made the skinny girl wild with lust. “I-Its so big- and hot-It’s like fire in my belly~” Her eyes tightly closed, still singing hymns of pleasure in that pixie in her voice, grasping the other girl's hands as the pervert switched from grinding and thrusting simultaneously.
She tightened her fist so intensely she was afraid she would hurt the goddess in flesh. “Ngh-Nwo! Oikura, I can't handle it when you- Augn! Do That! Tha-OH!” Her hips didn’t feel like they were in her control as she started to slam into that asshole, desperate and wild like a beast.
“AUgh! S-soda-chIII!” The puppy squealed in delight, the assault on her prostate fired her baincells. “Ar-re you gonna come? Uoghh! It’ss oO-okay!- C-Come-UNgn~Come inside my pussy!” There eyes bore into each other, empty of the shame that plagued them before. There was no way that this was supposed the outcome of their situation, and that it would feel so fucking good. Maybe it was that forbiddeness, that feeling of breaking every single chain of logic, maybe that fueled their libido. Even if they looked and acted differently, they were still the same vessel. Their spines curled with every pressing heat, their cock pulsed with every assault, and their desperate moans blended into an intoxicating elixir.
Maybe even their souls were fused at this point
“O-O-Oikura~! I’m cum-OUGH I’m cummming!” The kitty gave a few more pathetic thrusts, locking and unloading balls deep. God her meows were embarrassingly loud as her white fluid painted her clone’s asshole. Her cock and balls pulsed with unabashed lust, Oikura;s asshole brimming instantly with thick cum. That curly head rose as was filled up with the fruit of her labor. Her shaky hands shot to her throbbing cock and with a few pumps herself, she unloaded all over Sodachi. Barks and yelps were given out as she painted the flustered girl with hot ropes of cum, the cream marking her pink and sweaty face. Moans poured out the mouths, pitch wavering as cum strung from their aching members. Her curls trembled as the tan girl leaned forward into the skinny girl’s neck, their bodies flushed against each other, nipples kissing as they rode down their high. It felt like it was months before their cocks finally stopped producing milk, shuddering as their crazed high finally halted. Their chests closed onto one another, hearts bleeding into one another, maybe they were already fused. It was an agonizing draw as Sodachi pulled her half erect cock from that greedy asshole, flopping between her legs. A heavy sigh escaped the girl on top rolling to the left side of the long-haired girl. They stayed still for a while, just basking in the afterglow. Just for a while.
The tan girl curled her lips. “Your voice was cute. You were going “AH!” and “Ohhh-Eeek!!”
“Shut up-” Sodachi clawed her face. Oikura couldn’t help fighting back as well, and then they both tussled, giggling and poking at each other. This time the pigtail girl won, tickling the loser's sensitive belly with vigor. The puppishy girl smiled, before bringing her hand to the kitty’s cheek. The two looked at each other, with mutual understanding, the gazes longing, their lips gentle as they met. Her hand found purchase in their intimate silence, and as they pulled away, their foreheads met, in their twisted, comforting love.
“So-” Oikura smiled. “Ready for round 2?”
“Kill yourself.”