Promises must be kept!

"Betty, you fucked with my head because I didn't eat you out?" Emmy asked. Betty nodded. "That's so petty!"

"You also had to learn," Betty said thickly. "You gotta help people. Do stuff for them. That's how it works now, you gotta think like us."

Emmy grimaced. She didn't like it, but Betty was right. "Well, can you at least do me a favor and make me want it? I've got to admit, I don't relish the idea of going down on myself."

Betty blinked several times as she processed the request. "Relish... oh. Right. You're not even gay." She giggled and grabbed the tablet. "I forgot about that. Here, let me help."

Emmy shielded her eyes as the girl clambered onto the bed and sat cross-legged, tapping away at the screen. She wondered if there was any way to break the controls that kept her from using-

Without warning, her thoughts disintegrated under a crushing, overpowering compulsion. She leapt to her feet and dove at the girl on the bed, who tossed the tablet aside casually and spread her legs. The thing in between them screamed for her and she screamed for it, tearing off Betty's shorts and panties like soggy crepe paper.

She was face to face with Betty's vagina and the world outside ground to a halt. There was nothing outside of the room, nothing outside of the bed, nothing in the world except that delicious little organ and her exploring tongue. Emmy grabbed her counterpart's legs and began to piston her tongue in and out of it with inhuman speed and intensity. Betty was shouting something but she didn't know or care what it was, she needed more than anything to taste those juices and feel the... the...

Emmy collapsed face forward, her thoughts heavy and indistinct. Words came into her mind from a thousand miles away and she let them pass through her. She was clouds, fog, a mist of a mind. Pressure on her shoulders and she was looking at brown spots moving against white.

Blades. A ceiling fan. She was looking at the ceiling and words were still coming. When she tried she could understand them.

"...should definitely be lucid when I make changes," they were saying.

"Betty?" she mouthed slowly. Betty was... her?

"Probably not a good idea to put anything like that to 100%. Not that I didn't like it, but if we want to get to Matt I need to be able to walk..."

Get to Matt. Bad guy. Get to him. She was with Betty. They were gonna get to him. Her mind trickled out thoughts like an eyedropper. Betty. She needed to do something.

"Eat pussy?" she slurred. Eat Betty's pussy? Need to eat Betty's pussy. More words, words about her. Emmy stood and looked impassively at the wall.

"That's better," Betty said. "Sorry I had to put you in command mode."

Betty regretted the need to put her in command mode. "Acknowledged."