A thorough examination of the clone is in order

I imagine a thousand possible responses for what Cassandra is going to do. She might try to run away, she might start yelling at me, she could even try to beat the living lights out of her copycat. But clearly, my mind is just too affected by what I saw to think straight. Because what Cass actually does when faced with an identical replica of herself is to reach her out and squeeze her titty.

"That thing could have been lethal for you to touch, you know? Did you even consider that for a second?" I try to berate her, before I realize that I should take my shot while I still have it. Running over to them, I engulf the clone's other tit with my hand and dig my fingers into it. Just as soft as the real deal.

"Oh, so you didn't wait to see if it was lethal if anyone but me touched her?" Cass mocks me, and I can't say that I didn't bring this one onto myself. I'm too busy to care, tough. My full attention is being spent groping the clone's ass-cheeks with my free hand. Doesn't take long for Cass's hand to brush with my own down there. "Ahem, sorry, did I tell you that you could touch me there?"

"Shut up, we've done anal before. Don't go prude on me." The more that my fingers feel her up, I notice that Cass-2 is actually a lot softer than the original deal. Or than any normal person. I could sink myself really deep into her, which would make quite a lot of sense if she's hollow inside.

"Oh, so consenting to something once means that I have to be okay with it for the rest of my life? Under any circumstances? I'd like to see that hold up in court." She starts trying to hit my hand off from the clone's butt, accidentally giving her a few spankings in the process.

"Okay, that's fair. But this isn't you! It just looks like you. And technically, I was the one who made it. Even if it was an accident, I should still be the one who gets to decide who can do what with it." I try to pull the clone towards me, but Cassandra holds onto her side of it.

"It's my likeness, you moron! You didn't get me to sign off on this, which means that you can't have it. And if you can't be the one to keep my clone, I should be the one who gets it!" She started pulling it her way at the same time. By this point, things were devolving into a tugging match over ownership of the clone we unintentionally made.

"Agh! You're tearing me apart!" Our eyes go wide and stare at the pained expression in Cass-2's face. We both go trough the mix of 'It can talk?' and 'Oh no, we're hurting someone'. It's only once I let go that I realize that, at some point, I had been pulling her by one of her nipples on one end and stretching out her asshole on the other. From the look in Cassandra's face, she had been doing the same. We stand up and offer out victim some help to do the same. "Thank you."

"For how long of that were you aware of what was happening?" I question her, unsure as to why she hadn't tried to speak up before things got really dire for her. She could have saved herself some trouble if she had said anything, so I was leaning into the possibility of her only recently becoming alive.

"I have no idea. Only the very last part, I guess. It's hard to explain." She makes a big understatement on that one. "Like, I remember seeing and hearing what was happening from the moment the other me woke up. But it didn't feel like I really was there, at the moment. The more I think about it, all my memories from everything until know feel like that. They're like playing a movie back on your head. You don't remember how your body felt when you watched it, because you're not recalling your experience. You're just trying to see the scenes again."

"I guess it makes sense for a clone to experience it that way." Cassandra comments out-loud, covering her hand a second after the words leave her mouth. "Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to break it to you that way, but-"

"You're the one wearing clothes, and I'm naked. Ollie and you were fighting over me. My entire mind feels weirdly fuzzy, and that's ignoring the weird memory thing." Cass-2 lists off. "Trust me, I was already pretty sure that I was the clone, you didn't shatter my world there."

Cassandra breathes a sigh of relief, and then it looks like she just noticed something. "Hey, now that I think about it, why did the make-up carry over?" I hadn't paid close attention to that, but sure enough, Cass-2's has black eyelids and lips just like the ones Cassandra spends fifteen minutes everyday applying to herself. I honestly can't believe that I forgot that she just doesn't look like that naturally.

If something that was apply on but very temporary had made the jump, did that mean that something similar but closer to permanent would do it as well? "Cass-2, please spread your legs for us. I want to check something."

I saw two different reactions. Cassandra stares at me like she wants to kill me, or (at the very least) give me a strongly worded complaint. Cass-2, however, nods and quickly does as she's told.

I hold up a hand to beg Cassandra to give me a moment. Despite how angry she's at me, she seems to agree to back down for me to do whatever I have planned. I thank her for it, and redirect my attention. Kneeling down, I look up into into the inner thighs of Cass-2, and see the small cartoon skulls that Cassandra had gotten inked herself with months ago. "I can confirm that she the same bad taste in tattoos!" I cheekily pull back to smile at my Cass while jamming a thumbs up against her clone's crotch, my thumb pressing against her clit. "Should I confirm if Cass-2 can have orgasms while I'm at it?"

"We're not calling the other me Cass-2!" Cass yells out, and I can see where she stands at. I'd be annoyed if the circumstances were reversed and she wanted to baptize my doppelganger as Ollie-2. On the other hand, it seems a little curious to me that she might really be this angry over something that is pretty trivial like that.

"Fine. I doubt we're going to come up with a good real name right now, so can we agree to just call her 'Goth' for now until we think of something better?" I suggest, and both ladies seem happy with that. "Now, as to what I asked before. Goth, why don't I make you feel good so we can see what's your response?"

I expect some sass to come my way, but she's completely on board. Her cheeks heat up, she gives me a toothy smile, she scratches the back of her neck before she shyly nods to let me go at it. Between this and how easily I got her to spread her legs for me, I'm starting to think that perhaps clones are naturally submissive. Or more so than their originals, anyway.

Before I can start the fun, Cass approaches us with the pillow for the knees in hand. "Hey, who said that this had to be an one man job?" She lays the pillow for herself to kneel on, pushing me a bit out of the way as she latches her hands on Goth's legs. "Like, think about it for a moment. There's no way her pussy tastes any different than mine does. You're not going to get anything new out of this, other than it technically not being me. On the other hand, I could get something wonderful out of this." She licks her lips as she stares at the pussy above her.

I have to admit that she has a point. This would have been far from my first time eating her out, and while I will certainly do it again in the future, it seems only fair that when someone is willing to lick an identical copy of their own genitals than they are given the chance to do so before others have their go. Not to mention, this means that the whole of Goth's upper body is for me to play with. Why would I pass that up?

I stand up and pat her back. "Alright, you do you, Cass. Literally." I looked at Goth. "As long as you don't mind her doing this while we make out, of course." She bites her lip, trying to contain her excitement. I know damn well my dick is getting hard again at this point. "Cat got your tongue? Don't worry, the exterminator down here is about to eat that kitten." Cass elbows my knee, but it was worth it to see Goth laugh. Not sure if that's related with submissiveness, but the cloning process definitely makes some changes to people's personalities.

Then Goth falls forward into my arms, so I just have to assume that Cass decided to start for all of us. Goth is not a quiet moaner, far from it. The sound she makes right next to my ear drives me wild, and I know that I have a need to devour her lips with my own. A sweet rock ballad plays on my head as I plant a kiss on her and out tongues start dancing. It's a wild, erotic mess. My cock was out, not sure if I ever put it away, getting rubbed by Cass's hair as she chews out Goth from below in a similar manner to how I'm doing it on top.

My hands go towards her chest to massage her breasts, but it seems like Goth is sensitive. We had only been at it for a few minutes, but either her inexperience or Cass's abundance of it drives her to an orgasm. We all nearly fall over, Cassandra definitely did, but we manage to shift around. Cass now lays on her back, while me and Goth continue our kiss while kneeling on the floor. My dick is totally rubbing over Cass's forehead right now, and I feel like the whole situation is driving me close to a climax.

I should really just move my dick away so that it doesn't blind my friend, but a question arises itself. Can I clone a clone? What happens then?