Semblance Twincest

Blake strutted into the center of the cleared circle in the crowd, less vivaciously than Yang, but her grace and poise made her equally as alluring in her own cool way.

She paused on one spot and tucked her head down, eyes closed. She held the pose for a few seconds, then, as people began to wonder what she would actually do, she snapped to the side and did a pirouette, and in the wake of the blur of motion and whipping hair two images of Blake stood side by side.

Everyone gasped, caught by surprise, then people began calling out and whistling in appreciation. Blake and her doppelgänger stood in mirror poses for a bit, soaking in the admiration, then both turned and began walking in opposite circles.

The lustful murmurs of increased in intensity as the two cat-girls spiraled away from each other and towards the edge of the crowd, each purring with sexual heat and occasionally pausing to stretch in a boobs-or-butt proffering pose.

They finally passed into hands reach off the onlookers and began trailing hands along the figures of the lucky one in front. The audience sighed in appreciation of the returned attention, but clearly ached to get hands-on themselves. One boy couldn’t hold back and gave Blake a solid spank, only for the slap to ring in the air mingled with a yowl of shock, as the black-haired figure dissipated.

“Ahem,” Eyes shifted from the spot of the vanishing to the solid Blake standing, round hips cocked, arms crossed under pert breasts, and golden eyes glaring reproachfully across the floor, “Treat a girl gently.”

An embarrassed apology was mumbled, but Blake was already sighing and drifting back into the clear space to restart. As she gathered her focus, a certain thoughtfulness colored her face.

This time, when she spun around, she dropped to her knees as her double sprang into existence. Slender hands caressed their way up the duplicates of her own smooth thighs as Blake nuzzled up to the vulva of her clone. The mirage was evidently substantial enough to grab onto her creator’s head and rock her hips into the delving tongue. Blake’s delectable chest heaved with sweet whimpers and moans as she was eaten out by herself. The crowd watched mesmerized as the echo trembled in place, breath pitching higher and faster, the original‘s clever mouth burying deeper into the shadow’s vulva.

Finally the double their her head back and let out a cracked cry as every contour clenched, standing on curled toes as it clearly rode out an orgasm. Nearly a full minute passed before it suddenly winked out of existence, still in the throes of ecstasy, and Blake leaned back woozily, face red and a flood of wetness streaming along her own folded legs.

Another round of cheers rang out as she shakily got to her feet and slip back towards her partners. Yang was her most enthusiastic admirer, bouncing on her feet and swinging her arms fully into her claps, hands kept low to leave her bouncing tits unobscured. Blake rolled her eyes as she collapsed in a chair.

“That was hot girl! Think you can do that with a plus one?”

“Probably not,” Blake explained, still catching her breath. “Took a lot of focus and energy to keep her stable while I played with her. Us both doing something, or having to keep up with an uncontrolled source of stimulation, would be beyond me.”

“Ah well, it’s still a heck of a sight.” Yang brushed off.

“I’m glad to hear.”

“So let’s keep that momentum going! Sugar Queen, get out there!”

“Um,” Weiss startled, not entirely certain how to proceed, before she was saved by the sound of a door slamming open.

“No, me next!” Ruby called as she hustled back in, “And I got a prop to go with it!”