if the original doesn't accept it a new clone will drill it

Zoe couldn't find any spells useful, or at least she decided that love spells and brainwashing were too immoral and that she didn't want to harm her beloved.

Her beloved, the bond of the spell's master-servant was driving her crazy. She knew her desires were artificial, but she couldn't help but feel a deep infatuation for the original self.

The original self had washed her hands of it, leaving her alone to sort out the mess she'd technically made.

If she'd been the one to find the diary, perhaps she wouldn't have stopped at the first page. No, literally, they were the same person. She would have done exactly the same thing, producing the same result.

The same result. Her thoughts stopped there. What if she cast the spell again? A third self would appear, a self who loved her in the same way she was obsessed with the original.

Maybe she could transfer her feelings for the original to this new one... her thoughts became obsessed with the thought of two of hers making out there, no rejection, just... passion.

She felt that what she was about to do was terribly wrong, her original self definitely wouldn't have done it, that's actually what turned her on, the thought of being punished, perhaps with a spanking from her mistress.

Zoe found herself concentrating on imagining themselves splitting and held the magic word.

She felt the magic flow from her body, starting from the mark on her butt, a glow enveloped her, and then they were two.

Zoe found herself staring at herself.

Zoe: What have I done? The other us will kill us!

New Zoe: Then I'll have to protect you.

New Zoe hugged her.

New Zoe: I... do you like me? Or do you only love...

Zoe hadn't thought about whether the magical bond forced her to love only the original? What if the new clone also loved only the original?

She focused on her and... and she was beautiful, her heart was beating a thousand times, she had a worried expression, worried about being abandoned by her as the original had done to her moments before.

I kissed her, there was no better answer she could give, and the other one returned the kiss with equal passion.

New Zoe: She may be artificial, but I adore her, the original doesn't understand what he's missing.

Zoe: Totally agree, sister... damn, that sounds so incestuous.

New Zoe: I think it couldn't get more incestuous than that.

Despite this, neither of them seemed horrified; in fact, their bodies pressed together, eager for each other's contact.

Their hands wandered over them, their clothes seemed only an obstacle, they began undressing each other while stealing kisses as if nothing else mattered.

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Zoe, the original Zoe paced in circles in the living room of her grandmother's house, her thoughts returning to her clone, the one she had foolishly created with magic, the one who had magically fallen for her. She had been trying to find a solution for some time when she heard strange noises in the attic where she had left the other self. She knew it was a terrible idea but decided to go check, perhaps the other self had been able to find a solution... a terrible thought crossed her mind, what if she was trying to commit suicide? I mean, what kind of reaction do I think she would have if she discovered she was a clone and couldn't live the same life as you because the real you didn't accept her. Fear and guilt struck the original Zoe who ran upstairs only to be stunned and speechless to find a third her, lying with her clone on an old couch doing 69 together.