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Chapter 24 by The Night

Well Amethyst?

Hell Yeah!

Without saying a word, I jumped the cheap imposter. I expected to be able to get the better of her easily considering I had more experience being me than she did but surprisingly, she matched me blow for blow. She almost seemed to be reading my mind. She had a perfect counter for every single one of my attacks. Even worse, as I got frustrated, the grin on Copycat’s face just kept getting bigger and bigger. Eventually I got tired of this and attempted to use my pepper spray on her. However, she was quick to dodge it and kick it out of my hand before delivering a swift kick to by stomach that sent me flying across the rooftop.

As I struggled to my feet, I recalled that last night she moved a lot faster than anyone I had ever faced. And evidently she was stronger too. I was wrong. She wasn’t a cheap copy. She wasn’t even a direct imitation. She was a superior Amethyst!! I wasn’t about to give up though. I had to defeat this imposter no matter how strong she was. But it became very clear very quickly that I was in over my head. After a few minutes of fighting, I was standing on shaky legs with pain all over my body. I couldn’t even lift arms.

Copycat circled me like a shark eyeing it’s meal. “Dwah, is my new toy broken already.” In one last ditch effort to fight, I threw one last punch but Copycat simply stepped out of the way. “I guess so.” She said. She then walked behind me and wrapped her arms around my body. Unable to stand any longer, I slumped against her body as she started playing with my boobs. She then leaned in and whispered in my ear. “To the victor go the spoils.” I squirmed in her grasp as she groped me though part me just wanted to just let her do it because it felt so good. As she felt my nipples stiffen she smiled. “Mmmmm someone’s enjoying herself.” She said as she slipped a hand under my skirt. “Oh my you are already wet. Tell me, do you think this counts as mastbation?” I could only moan in exhaustion and pleasure as I cummed into my costume. Suddenly, Copycat stepped away and let me fall to the floor with a thud. “Oh phey. What’s the fun of molesting you if you are going to cum right away.” She then pulled something from her utility belt. “I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me.” She said before clamping a chloroform soaked rag over my mouth. As my vision clouded, I could hear her say “Sweet dreams gorgeous. They’ll become reality when you wake up.”

What Shall Copycat do with our Heroine?

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