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I'm not sure if what I'm about to do is a good idea, but I sure as hell want to do it anyways. I pull away from Goth and out of our kiss, putting my hands around her head so that we stare into each other's eyes as I ask her to collaborate with me. "Goth, you sexy woman, can I finish in your mouth? I want you to swallow all that my cock has to give you."

I don't know what this says about me, but I think I'm already getting used to this. I am talking to a twisted mirror of one of my closests friends, who always agrees with anything I ask her to do. And this gets me hard. I get hard over having this 'tamed' copy, and I allow myself to get hard because I know that this isn't really her.

I'd get worried sick if Cassandra started acting like Goth, if she bended over to my whims like clay bends to the hands working on it. But Goth isn't Cassandra, she isn't here to replace her, she exists without risking Cass going missing, and I could make her mine without there being one damn problem with it.

Dear lord, I only just now realized that I lost myself in my thoughts. I feel drool falling down my skin and now I notice that Goth not only is straight out of having an orgasm, but it seems like the idea of sucking my near-bursting dick (and all that implied) had her getting close to the next one.

Not wanting to make the lady wait any longer, I give her a quick kiss on the forehead to show my attitude before I bury her head down my dick. I want to savor the moment, but I know damn well that I'm seconds from take off. "Cass, close your fucking eyes right now! Things are going to get real bright here in a sec!" I let out a warning.

My penis is stretching Goth's mouth to her limits. Rather than bending itself to go down her throat, it pushes the back of her mouth further behind than where it should be. Damn. I knew she was weirdly malleable, but I couldn't have predicted the extend of it!

Of course, a cock that was near erupting before being transported to a moist warm manipulable cave won't have much fight left it it. I close my eyes as I shoot my load inside Goth's digestive tract, pumped for whatever the result from it will be.

I pull out once I sense her body stiffen. My eyes can already feel something bright illuminating them, so I take a few steps back before I allow myself to look the other way and open them. "Cass, please tell me that you listened to me." I try to talk to her, not knowing if she was still under our glowing lady or if she had also backed away.

"Don't worry, I did." She answers, filling me with relief. "Not sure if this is the best moment to ask this; but we still have some emergency clothes stashed here, right?"

I can imagine why she's asking that, and it brings a smile to my face. Still, better to be sure it is what I think it is. "Probably. What's that question for?"

She stays quiet for a moment, but eventually admits to it. "I might be dealing with wet panties right now. And wet slacks, too."

I fail at stifling my laugh. "I'm sure we'll find a way to deal with that." I slowly dart my eyes around the room, and I notice that Goth has already lost most of her shine. "Hey, don't you want to know what the cloning process is like? It's safe to look now, trust me."

"Alright. But if this is a prank then you better hope Goth never gets sick of being you test subject, because I won't help you out with anything again." She threatens, but I know better than to have been fooled by her bluff. "Is she pregnant?"

"I- I'm not really sure." I shrug at he question. "Look, this happened to you too. It starts looking like you are, when we're actually able to see you, but then it's like the pregnancy is being drained away to make the clone." I give her my best explanation for it, even if its lacking.

"I see." She comments while finally walking into my field of vision. "What do you think happens when a real pregnant lady gets cloned?"

"Either we can market it as an alternative to abortions, or I can try and get hired by the Japanese government to solve their population crisis." I'm not exactly joking when I tell her that. She's amused by it, even if she's shaking her head.

"You're noticing this too, aren't you?" She points to the second clone as it's being developed. I'm not sure what she refers too. "I think imperfections are starting to show. She has way more of an hourglass figure than I do."

Now that I'm looking for it, I see what she means. The second clone's hips are wider and her butt is considerably bigger than either Cass's or Goth's. Her waist is narrower, and her boobs look like they're about to go up a size or two. These are not drastic changes, but they can be seen at plain view. By the time the mass has been accumulated and the coloring is about to begin, it becomes clear than the second iteration is also many inches shorter than the either the first copy or the original.

"You have to admit, that are probably the best imperfections that could have happened to it." I told Cassandra as I put my hand around her waist. Considering that she didn't shove it away or try do deny it, it's pretty clear that she agrees. "Let's pray that clones don't need to eat, though. Otherwise, we're going to broke in just a couple of days."

"Ollie, I think it's obvious by now that we're dealing with something related to dark magic. Whatever you drank, and that these clones are made of, has to be some witch potion for the purpose of creating minions for the user. What kind of professional would not only brew but also deliver it to you if the minions had to eat?" Cassandra questions me, as if any of what she just said made sense. I mean, at this point anything could be true. And she theoretically knows a lot more about macabre arts than I do. But up to today I was sure than none of that shit was real, why would I suddenly go with whatever she said about it?

"I think you're ignoring that this witch **** the potion upon me. For all we know, they were just getting rid of a bad batch. And also, if you know so much about this stuff, how come you didn't make it yourself ages ago?"

Our discussion is interrupted by Goth talking to us. "Ollie! Cass! You need to come look at the other Goth! She looks strange!" Directing our attention her way, it's quite easy to see what she's talking about.

The second Goth (for who we need to come up with a better name for) isn't just different in her figure, but it looks as if an AI had been asked to continue with the patterns from the original picture.

She has a lot more tattoos: the cartoon skulls have become a tapestry that covers the entirety of her inner thighs, with a few stragglers appearing on her shoulders and even her breasts. She doesn't have a single hair under her neck, which means that the cobweb tattoos under Cass's armpits are visible for her. Not just visible, though. They've expanded to cover down to the sides of her upper torso and up to her elbow, and a smaller but similar pattern is now present in her underboob area.

While most of the hair on her body is now gone, that which remains has grown longer. Her black mane has gone from going an inch or two past her shoulders to reaching her lower back, and she has a prominent electric blue strike on her left side. Speaking of blue, her eyes had adopted that color instead of the brown I had come to expect, and her thicker lips were now painted like a black-blue-black tricolor flag.

Needless to say, cloning a clone produced dramatically different results than just cloning an original human did. But this was all external stuff. We would have to wait until she 'woke up' to see what this 'Goth Beta' was like in terms of personality