End it.

As much as I was enjoying controlling Dop like a video game avatar, I knew I should end this before things got out of hand. I rush to Tristan's side, and help him up. As I steadied him, I took stock of the damage; a bloody nose and a bit of swelling, but nothing too serious. As he started to regain rational thought, he tried to get of me and stand his ground. "Let me go, Dagmar! I ain't done till I teach this rascal a lesson! I'll be six foot under before-"
"Shut up, dumbass. You've got the wrong idea!" I hiss at him. That got his attention. He looked at me incredulously.
"Whaddaya mean? He was totally after ya-"
"He wants to ask out my sister, not me. Everything else is your imagination." I lie. It was a plausible lie, and since I could communicate with Dop through my mind, it wouldn't be an uphill task to con him into believing it.
Tristan eyebrow twitches, his thick head processing everything I just said. "Apologize" I whisper. He hesitates. For heaven's sake, this pride of his! I lean in close, "Do it. I'll make it up to you later..."

That got his attention. Swallowing his pride, he puts on an apologetic face. "Sorry man." He scratches the back of his head, embarrassed. "I got the whole situation backwards dude. My bad. Come with us, I'll make it up to ya." I smiled and patted him on the back. Got him! Hook, line and sinker. I stifle a giggle and look at Dop, who was still looking vacantly between the two of us. "To the nurse's room, Lasse. I'll patch the two of you up!"

At the infirmary, I fumble around, searching for the antiseptic and the cotton . The atmosphere is still charged, with Tristan still regarding Dop coldly. The latter was more or less out of it. What do doppelgangers think of when they aren't being commanded? you wonder lazily. Dop, be cool! Chat him up!

Dop clears his throat loudly. "Catch the game last night, Tristan?" Tristan stares at Dop like he's an alien. "You sure that's what you wanna talk about bud?" He seemed genuinely concerned. Put some effort into it. This stupid clone, do I have to spell everything out for him?

Dop tries again. "Nah, man, what happened at the hallway, all water under bridge. I hope you're of the same mind. Dagmar's a good friend, and you're her boyfriend. I got mad respect for you mate. I want you yo know that!" He flashes him a million dollar smile. That isn't even remotely like me! Why is he talking like some kind of jock!

Just as I was preparing a few choice words to educate Dop with, Tristan begins to laugh. "What is up with you today. Not gonna lie man, I used to think you were some dweeb, but now? I think I'm starting to like you!" I suppose that was in fact in order after all, Tristan considered himself a temporarily embarrassed jock after all. He was still trying unsuccessfully to get into the school's football team. Even Dagmar recognized the futility of his attempts, but made no mention of it so as to not dampen his spirit.
"All right boys, I have them!" I say, triumphantly holding up the cotton swabs and antiseptic. "If you don't mind Lasse, I'll tend to Tristan first-"
"Sure, that's alright with me. He did take a pretty bad fall!"
Tristan snorts "Says the guys who tripped over himself and fell flat on his back." However, his tone indicated no malice, just playful aggressiveness.
"If you're certain about that." I say looking at Dop, who smiles awkwardly. "Sorry to bother you like this."
"No sweat. It was my fault as well for not clearing up the misunderstanding sooner." Let's keep up the charade. Dop nods as I walk over to Tristan with the items.

He coughs nervously. "If you don't mind me asking, um, could you tell me a bit more about your sister?" He asks as I wipe the blood off Tristan's nose. "Well, she's-"
"She's a bit of a nutjob, if I say so myself." Tristan chimes in. I glare at Tristan, knowing Dagmar would not take kindly to such remarks about her sister who she held in high regard. Tristan returned a toothy grin. "What, it's true! I've never seen somebody else who's so obsessed with plants!"
"That's because she wants to be a botanist!" I protest. "She's trying so hard, you should take a page from her book and save your grades."
Tristan ignores me. "Dude, I'm telling you for real, you better not have high hopes for her. Last I checked, a boyfriend's the last thing on her list." Dop looks crushed. I have to give him credit, a doppelganger's real convenient, being able to mimic me this well.
"Besides," Tristan continues, "she's not even much of a looker. There are plenty of- Ow Ow Ow Owww!"
"Oops, sorry, I may have pressed a little too hard there. " I give Tristan **** smile.
"Sheesh, I get it, alright! I won't talk shit about your sister!"
"You'd better, if you know what's good for you. But well, he has got a point Lasse. She's not really not in the market for someone right now." The conversation dries up, Dop seemingly lost in thought. In the meantime, I finish up with Tristan.
"There, I've stopped the bleeding for now. I know you don't want it to swell, so make sure to keep an ice pack on it once you're home."
'Yes 'mom'" he says meekly. Turning to Dop, "Lovely, isn't she?" He says in mock innocence. "Yeah yeah, cut it out, you player." I say, rolling my eyes as I turn around to tend to Dop.

_Slap! _I gasp as my hands rush to my ass. "Sorry babe, you had that coming the moment you exposed your derriere to me!" Tristan says mischievously. The sudden action had caught me off guard. Various emotions bubbled inside me. Shock, embarrassment, a little anger, but admittedly, it had me aroused as well. Dagmar's memories told me she had history of getting punishment from her 'daddy'.
"Tristan!" I exclaim in shock, my ears reddening. Before I could turn back to face him, in a single swift motion he scoops me off my feet and onto his lap, his hands digging up my top and under my bra. I moan out load, as he instinctively found his way to my nipples and teased the areolae. "Stop, ~ahn~ not here. " I protest in between my moans. I need to stop him before this escalates any further. From Dagmar's experience, it could go from zero to 100 in the matter of seconds.
"Stop being so cute and small then. You know I can't resist, babe!" He whispers, breathing into my ear. Tristan had been with Dagmar for about two years now, he quite a bit about her weaknesses. He nibbled at my ears, sending me into overdrive. Before I knew it, my panties were already soaking wet under my leggings. "Tristan... please... mmmph!" I cover my mouth with one hand.
Tristan chuckles. "You're not being very convincing right now, with that face." Admittedly, I wasn't even trying to stop him at point. I was simply giving him the illusion that I was resisting, knowing it was turning him on. He turns my face to his and latches on to my mouth, his tongue pushing through my lips as it sought to intertwine with mine. I twist around and do a little digging of my own, stroking at the bulge in his pants as I do, which surprises Tristan, but he quickly matches it, rubbing gently at my nipple. For a minute we just stayed like that, passionately locking lips and exchanging saliva....., until Tristan suddenly pulled away. "Babe...!" I object, but settle down as I follow his line of sight.

Dop was still there, eyes darting away from us, awkwardly shifting his shoes and twiddling his thumbs. Tristan uncomfortably cleared his throat. "Erm.... Sorry about that... We tend to forget our surroundings once we, uh, set things in motion." He shoots me a guilty look. "Look, I'll head out for now. Dagmar'll fix you up in the meantime." With that he strode out, mouthing an apology to me as he disappeared out the door.

I look longingly at his receding figure, before turning back to Dop, giving him an icy look. "Sorry, was that my cue to leave, mistress?"
I sigh. It wasn't his fault, he was being natural- It would've been strange to leave the infirmary without his bruises tended to. I finger the wetness under my pants dejectedly as I walked to table to fetch the rubbing ****.
"Not to bother you mistress, but I also twisted my ankle in the fight, so..." I groan inwardly as I grabbed some kinesio tape off the shelves as I made my way back.

I let Dop lean onto me as we ambled down the hallway. My heels did not take kindly to the extra weight, digging into feet, but I was too hot and bothered to pay much attention to it. Dagmar's body ached for Tristan's touch, specifically. Holy shit, did I underestimate a woman's desire! Way to go Lasse, it didn't take you even half a day as a woman to end up as Tristan's needy slut! Where is your pride now? Weren't you going to put him in his place.

I banished those thoughts. So what, I may been a little to eager to bed Tristan, but it doesn't stop there. I could still do it: assert my dominance and maintain some manliness. But it felt so good! Another part of me cried out. Let him take the lead while you enjoy your newfound sensitivity! ~Sigh~

Admittedly, my mind was torn.

Tristan was waiting for us by the entrance. "Hey guys..." He started, but faltered as he saw Dop holding onto me. This time however, I was ready. "He twisted his ankle!" I say briskly, giving Tristan a disapproving look as our eyes met. He looked down at Dop foot, noticing the tape, barely sticking out of my sneakers. "Oh man, guess I gave you more of a fight than I thought." He jokes, trying to ease the tension. Yeah, like a joke will fix all his injuries. Not to mention accounting for the spectacle you put on for him back there.

Tims jogs up to us, pausing for a momentarily as he eyed Tristan suspiciously. He greets me while pointedly avoiding him. "Hey Dagmar, thanks for taking care of Lasse for me. Truthfully, I don't know the first thing about first aid." He smiles. "You can leave Lasse to me now, I'll ensure he gets home safely, yes ma'am!" He salutes me in jest.

Before I could voice my opinion, Tristan blurts out, "I'll come too!" The three of us gawk at Tristan, not able to register what he just said. "Er... You don't have to go that far dude. Tim and I can manage."
"No, I insist. It's the least I could do for all the trouble I've caused." Tim nods his vigorously. "Yeah, mate, we can handle this! No problemo! Why don't you chill and take your girlfriend somewhere nice?"

My face unintentionally perks up at the mention of a date. Stop, you look ****! But Dagmar's body craves the attention too much. Somehow, I extinguish the emotion from my visage before Tristan notices. "No man, I really want to make up for my outrageous behaviour today. I know, there's a game today at the stadium. I'll take you there, my treat! It'll be just the dudes!" What about me?!, I mentally scream for second before realizing what it meant. I'm starting to think like a woman, a needy one at that!

"Is there no room for doubt? You know, don't you have to consult with your girlfriend prior to making a plan like that?" Tim reasons. Immediately all eyes are on me. Tristan looks at me expectantly, searching my face for an answer.