Getting it back together

As you're laying there, the first thing you hear is Wushu Panda's angry footsteps receding. And then, you hear some soft, feminine grunting and gasping.

Oh, for fuck's sake. Looking over to the side, you see that apparently, being caught wasn't enough for Daisaku to give up, and the copy-Lynn is taking full advantage of the fact that you were a closer target for Panda's retribution than she was. The nude young Japanese-American man is gripping her breasts in his hands and softly thrusting into her from behind.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" You hear the copy mumbling repeatedly as she bounces her ass against him, swaying back and forth in time with his strokes.

You rest your hand over your eyes and blow air through your lips. "Are you sayin' you're sorry to Panda, to Daisaku, or to me?"

That was a perfect set-up for a cute quip of 'Yes'. But the copy doesn't play along: "To... Daisaku, of course." she says as he continues driving his cock into her folds. "Panda's an annoying little brat. Fuck 'er."

"Fuck, fuck! I can't, I cant... UNGH!" Daisaku drapes his well-toned upper body over copy-Lynn's back and pulls her face to the side, giving her a kiss on the mouth as he cums. Then he slumps back.

"Oh damnit!" copy-Lynn gasps out in a frustrated voice. "Not already...! I didn't...!" as he's laying back, she reaches between her legs and starts rubbing her fingers over her exposed labia at a furious pace.

You stand up and dust yourself off, shaking your head. "Daisaku, I know it was yer first time so I'll cut you a little slack, but if you get off before your girlfriend does, you're supposed to help her out, not just flop back and go to sleep! I had a heck of time teaching my ex-boyfriend that..."

He's a bit out of it, and just mutters dumbly. It seems your copy really rocked his world. Granted, it's quite a lucky break on his part to get to have his first time with a girl as hot as you.

Fortunately your duplicate remembers the masturbation techniques La Petite Mort taught you yesterday. After just a minute, a ragged whimper escapes your copy's lips and a shudder runs through her body. As she awkwardly stumbles to her feet, you see that Daisaku's semen made a total mess of her fingers in the process. Even before she notices it, you're handing her a box of tissues.

You and your duplicate stare awkwardly at one another.

"Well?" you ask simply.

"Don't you start, clone!" The copy says. "What did you expect, getting me all raring to go and then sending me off? And then I ran into Daisaku right after that bitch Panda had taken offense to some innocent little flirting he tried to do, and he just looked so cute, and-"

"Ah, can the explanations already." you say with a wave of your hand. "I'm startin' to realize this arguing is damn pointless. We are literally the same girl. If you did it, I'd a' done it too. I mean, how was he?"

"Oh!" The copy's cute freckled face starts blushing. "Um... p-pretty good. He was real nice and sweet." There was a little bit of hesitation on that response. Hopefully Daisaku is too naive to notice, or at least, too worn out from his orgasm to hear.

"And how about for you?" copy-Lynn asks. "I was a lil' bit worried about you, er, us, to be honest. I figured a guy like that might get a little scary and aggressive..."

"Hah! Naw," you say, rubbing your sore chest and stomach, "Once things got goin', he was a big teddy bear. I was the one who had to tell him to go a little harder." you bite your lip as you think on how good it felt. "So, uh, you're gonna know this anyway when we merge back together so I may as well tell you now: Turns out, we like getting choked."

"Pfftwha?!" the copy's blue eyes go wide. "You mean... like that?!"

You nod sadly. Off to the side, Daisaku has recovered a bit from you ("you") rocking his world and is putting his clothes back on - though lacking any pants.

"Hey, uh... Daisaku?" you say. "Would you mind, uh, keeping this under your hat? I mean, if you want to brag to your friends I guess it's alright, so long as it ain't to the papers or anything. In particular, please don't..." you hide your face, "mention that I ripped your pants apart when I got all worked up... Doin' that twice at one might be one of those stories that gets me gossiped about..."

"Twice?" He blinks. "W-wait a second, Lynn- Ohhh, crap, which one do I look at?" He glances back and forth with a deer-in-headlights look.

You raise your hand and point. "Talk to the one you were doing it with, of course!"

He stares at the other Lynn; the beautiful short-haired blonde who swooped in and took his first time after Wushu Panda wasted too much time playing hard to get. "Lynn," Daisaku says, "did you... did you just DO IT with Madman Mike?"

"Don't ask me that, I wasn't there! I got pushed outta the room!" Copy-Lynn says turning and pointing to you. "Ask her!"

Your face gets a little hot as Daisaku stares at you. But you just put your hands on your hips. "Y-yeah, I did. So what? Isn't that normal for a superheroine after a good-looking guy saves her bacon from some crooks? I got my ass kicked tonight! And fought a robot! I deserve to... to unwind a little! In fact," you turn to Copy-Lynn, "I'm sorry I tried to make you miss out, me. Who cares about Magik Knight? She's a slut anyway, why should I care what she's got to say?"

The other version of you smiles cutely and cocks her head to the side. "Don't be THAT sorry... like I said to your question, it was pretty good. After this is all wrapped up, maybe he wouldn't mind making it a regular kind of thing?" she flutters her eyes and looks back at Daisaku, making a sultry pose looking back over her shoulder.

The black-haired young guy makes a strange, conflicted face. "But... but..." you can tell he's tempted as his underwear starts stirring again, even though he just came, making him reach down with his hand to cover it, "you just had s-sex with my best friend! You were sleeping with him at the exact same time we were together?"

"Ooof." you say, forcing yourself to make an awkward smile. You cutely slap your palm on your forehead and make an silly face. "Dang. When you put it that way, it does sound kind of bad doesn't it?" You simply can't help being in a good mood right now, on account of just having had the best sex of your life.

"But... oh jeez, this is so confusing, I don't know what to think." the poor guy puts his hands on the sides of his head and looks down.

"Awww, c'mon, darlin'," you say in a sweet tone of voice, walking closer to him. "Don't be upset! You're such a nice guy. I'd love to go on a proper date with ya sometime. I'm not normally like, uh, that." you point to his torn slacks. "Don't you still like me?"

"But... but aren't you Mike's girl now?" he still looks confused. "I can't date my buddy's girl! I owe that dumb ox my life, ten times over by this point!"

You lean in and give him a hug, pressing your tits against his chest. That seems to stun him and shuts up his complaints. You lean in and give him a brief little kiss on the lips.

"Let's not worry about all that right now, okay?" you say in your most ingratiating tone of voice. "Matter of fact let's just go back to square one for now, right? We're just friends who got a lil' more friendly a little faster than expected, ok? You fellas can have a talk later and make sure nobody's stepping on nobody else's toes and no one gets their feelings hurt."

Your smile turns mischievous as you lean closer and plant another couple of kisses on the stunned young man's cheek. "Just think of it like a wet dream you had, alright? And after all the bad folks are taken care of we can think about making it real."

"That's... I..." you can tell Daisaku isn't the strongest willed. Having a big pair of boobs rubbing all over him probably doesn't help. "Okay." he squeaks meekly.

"Great!" You say. "Now, Mike said you had some extra pairs of pants layin' around? This could end up being a really embarrassing raid otherwise." you giggle softly. "Although, it isn't like I'm wearing pants either. Maybe it's more fair this way, for you guys to have to show off like us heroines are doin' every day?"

Daisaku is won over by your charm and humor. His face breaks a smile and he starts laughing softly. "Oh wow - and YOU were worried about bein' a laughing stock for the reporters, Lynn. Can you imagine the field day they'd have? Especially since one a' the only times Mike ended up in the paper so far is because some smart-aleck reporter snapped a photo of him getting wheeled away in a stretcher after he got shot three times in the ass trying to bust up a **** deal. What was the caption that wiseguy used? It was 'Local Vigilante Shows a Bold Face to Crime, Strikes Back'. Or some cheeky horseshit like that."

The two (three?) of you have a laugh and you cajole him into giving you a couple more embarrassing war stories as he rounds up a spare pair of pants.

But when you come to the door to the training room... you can hear that Wushu Panda apparently didn't wait for Daisaku after all. "Heeeya! Hyahhh! Take... take that!" she cries out shrilly from inside.

And then you hear a familiar, deep male voice. "Awww, yeah! Fuck yeah! You like that, don't you? Damn, that's tight!"

Your eyes go wide and your jaw drops open. With your enhanced hearing, you can hear the unmistakable sound of skin slapping against skin inside the room.

Daisaku sees you suddenly pause and hears some of the bellowing. "You've gotta be fucking kidding me." he says in an exasperated tone of voice.

"That two-timing sonovabitch!" you say, suddenly getting upset. It's barely been half an hour since he fucked you, if that!

You go to kick the door open, but your copy catches you and pulls you backwards. "C'mon now, me." she says. "I don't wanna be a hypocrite. How about we stick ourselves back together so you can cool down a little bit?"

Before you can protest, that's just what she does. And suddenly, you are the only girl in the hallway once again. Suddenly your emotional state calms. But there's much less of a sense of vertigo than there was last time, maybe because you and your copy talked it out before merging again.

"Whew. What a night." you say, shaking your head. "Um, Daisaku, let's leave that pair of pants by the door. Remember the plan? We gotta meet that contact of yours and Mikes tomorrow night, right? How about you and I focus on settin' up some clean places for me and my teammates to sleep? Give us his room if you can. I think that joker deserves to spend a night on the couch." you say with a small giggle.