You realize what's happened too late as your vision fills with blood and you collapse.\n\nFuck. Your clone.\n\n\n\n~ ~ fuck your clone ~ ~\n~ ~ ~ ~ results ~ ~ ~ ~ \n\n3 clone(s) encountered\n0 clone(s) fucked

"If <em>I</em> did, it wouldn't count. Only humans have clones. The rest of us just have replicas." \n\nYou hear faint clicking, and looking down, you see it's your new lady friend tapping silver nails against her glass. \n\nYou're drunk but still pretty sure you've fucked up this conversation beyond repair. \n\n"I'd better get home."\n\nYou down your drink, pay the barbot, and [[head home|go home]].

You're really into it. You go onto all fours, so your penis-having clone can penetrate you. He does, and your vagina-having clone kneels in front of you, so you can eat her out. \n\nYou're in heaven, and so are your clones. Eventually, the three of you come, and you lie in a heap and let the shower wash away the sins you've committed. \n\n\n\n~ ~ fuck your clone ~ ~\n~ ~ ~ ~ results ~ ~ ~ ~ \n\n2 clone(s) encountered\n2 clone(s) fucked

"You know," you say sarcastically, "what a great idea. I hadn't thought of that."\n\nYou down the rest of your drink in one long gulp, toss some credits in the general direction of the barbot, and walk out into [[the street]], like the fuck-hungry clone lover you are. \n\n

She reaches to get the barbot's attention, but you stop her.\n\n"Please, this one's on me."\n\nShe looks at you and you can see the machinery in her eyes refocus on your face. "All right. I'll have a [[New Manhattan, on the rocks]]."\n\nYou punch the order into the keypad.\n\nShe continues looking at you, speaking quieter this time. "Besides, surely you've heard the recent rulings. It doesn't seem worth the risk. I'd just buy some VR gear, it's cheaper and safer."\n\n[["Danger doesn't turn you on?"]]\n[["With a body like that, I don't imagine you need VR."]]\n[[leave, she's wasting your valuable clone-fucking time]]

The lady at the bar laughs, and her steel eyes sparkle. "But, like, why would you want to? Clones are still so expensive...."\n\nIt's just that she's tipsy, she's not laughing at you. \n\n[[order her another drink]]\n\n[[order yourself another drink]]

You're on the verge of climax already, and this pretty much pushes you over the edge. \n\nWhile you're distracted, she pulls out the gun from your bedside table, and shoots you. You probably shouldn't have trusted her.\n\n\n~ ~ fuck your clone ~ ~\n~ ~ ~ ~ results ~ ~ ~ ~ \n\n3 clone(s) encountered\n3 clone(s) fucked

It's dark, and late, but it's still pretty busy out. Nearby, a crowd of drunken revelers stumbles out of one bar and into another. \n\nYou suppose it never really gets light in this city.\n\nAn alert pops up in the corner of your eye. \n\n[[read it]]\n[[call your dealer about your clone status]]\n[[go home]]\n

"Adrienne said you were dead."\n\n"Adrienne has her own agenda. I got out of there before it was too late."\n\nYour clone is wearing the lingerie you picked out for this occasion. It fits her perfectly because it fit you perfectly. You want to tear it off of her, but you want answers more.\n\nWait, no, you want to [[fuck her]] more. \n\n

She's not your clone, but she is hot.\n\nYou have sex with her, and you really enjoy it. Fuck your clone, this will do just fine.\n\n~ ~ fuck your clone ~ ~\n~ ~ ~ ~ results ~ ~ ~ ~ \n\n0 clone(s) encountered\n0 clone(s) fucked

Lying on your bed is a woman wearing the lingerie you've picked out for when you're going to fuck your clone. It fits her perfectly, and she looks amazing. \n\nShe locks identical eyes with you, and purrs "Why don't you come to bed?"\n\nYou didn't realize your voice sounded like that when you were trying to be seductive.\n\n[[go to bed with her]]

You don't think this is safe.\n\nThe sirens you heard earlier are back, and getting louder.\n\nDesperately, you lunge for your worst-case-scenario gun, hidden in your dresser.\n\n[[It's not there.]]

You're not some kind of gun expert. It's dark colored and it looks like you don't want to get hit by it.\n\n[[back|go check on your clones]]

Your apartment isn't huge but you have a king-sized bed. You hope it's big enough for three people - you've never been charismatic enough to find out before. \n\nThere's safety in numbers, so even though it's later at night you're not nervous about walking home. The three of you walk in step perfectly, and they seem to be as eager to get home as you are. \n\nYou're wearing glasses, but they have perfect vision to begin with. Hopefully nobody notices how perfect they are on [[the walk home]]. You don't say anything, because you don't want to jinx it. Maybe they can pass for brother and sister, at a quick glance.

Tomato juice and grenadine, for the blood of the New Yorkers, with a shot of vodka and a shot of absinthe, to represent the aliens. \n\nYou suspect the rocks are just to make it cold enough that it's drinkable.\n\n[[back|order her another drink]]

Eventually, your dealer comes out of the room. She's spattered in some kind of white liquid, and the dark circles are still under her eyes.\n\n"They're ready to be taken home."\n\nYou stop pacing the room. \n\n"Where are they, then?" \n\nThe door behind her opens again. A man and a woman come out, both dressed simply, each in black pants and a black shirt. \n\nThe woman looks into your eyes, speaks with your voice. "Let's get home." The man nods. It's all you can do not to fuck them then and there. \n\n\n[[take them home]]

Eagerness to fuck your clone(s) has never led you astray so far, you reason, and follow them [[through the door]].

You start walking - can't risk a cab driver's nosy questions, or the cameras tracking you on the transit. \n\nIt's a dark night, and your dealer's lab isn't in a great part of town.\n\nYou walk a little faster, until you're there.\n\n[[knock]]

Inwardly you wince, but you have to keep your cover. \n\nShe laughs at that. You take the opportunity to check your phone, even though your implants can tell you more than it can. \n\nYou decide to [[leave|the street]].

She sounds nervous when she picks up the phone, and you can see dark circles under her eyes.\n\n"Are you fucking insane, have you read the news lately?" she says, when you ask her about your recent agreement. But then she relents. "The hormone baths are coming along well. You'll be the first to know. Trust me." She rolls her eyes, and hangs up on you. \n\n[[go home]]\n[[head over to her lab anyway]]

You take her advice, and go wait in the other room. \n\nTime passes.\n\n[[keep waiting]]\n[[go check on your clones]]

You enter the bed with your escaped clone. You're overwhelmed by how attractive she is. \n\nShe pushes you to the bed and begins [[making out]] with you. \n

That's really the point of the whole thing, in a nutshell. \n\nThe clone you're with pulls at your hair, and you stop what you're doing. Then she pushes you down onto the bed and enters you with the strap-on. You're into it. \n\nThe clone with the penis stops what he was doing with your other clone, and they copy [[the two of you]].

You down the last dregs of your drink, and type your new order into the barbot's keypad. \n\n[["But if money was no object, would you?"]]\n\n[["Some people will do anything for novelty, I guess."]]\n\n[["Let's get to the real heart of the matter. If you did, would it be incest or masturbation?"]]

You weren't sure what you'd want, the first night, but your runaway clone is wearing your favorite strap-on, so you guess that. You join her in bed and start making out with her. She's really good at that tongue thing you love, because of course she is.\n\nShe doesn't have the nipple piercings you do, so you don't have to be careful when you take one of her nipples in each hand and pinch them, hard. She moans appreciatively.\n\nYour other two clones have undressed just slightly slower than you and are both starting to masturbate, watching you and the runaway clone. The one with a penis has a massive erection, you notice. He's carefully and gently stroking it, and seems to be overcome with awe. You wish you could be him in that moment. \n\nYou guess you'll have to settle for [[fucking him]] instead.

fuck your clone

Soon, you're naked beneath her as she fucks you with her silicone cock, and you've never been happier or more turned on in your life. \n\nWhen you come, it's screaming your own name. \n\n~ ~ fuck your clone ~ ~\n~ ~ ~ ~ results ~ ~ ~ ~ \n\n1 clone(s) encountered\n1 clone(s) fucked

As your dealer does... something, your clone opens her eyes, and coughs once or twice.\n\nYour dealer hands your clone a towel, and you hear her say "Go towel off. There's a shower and some clothes in the next room."\n\nYour clone walks through another door into some other room. Your dealer walks up to another tube, flips another switch, presses another button.\n\nYou wait for [[your other clone]] to be revealed to you.

On your way home, you receive a text message from your dealer. Adrienne tells you to be careful - one of your clones has escaped.\n\nYou don't know what to think. She said she was a professional.\n\n[[keep going home]]\n[[head over to her lab|head over to her lab anyway]]

She laughs again, a crystal bouquet glistening against the bar's rowdy noises. \n\n"Honey, they don't make clones of people like me."\n\nYou look into her eyes, and something in them rotates, and you realize she's a cyborg. \n\nGood thing you caught that before you said something you really regretted. She was nice about it, at least. \n\nYou figure the least you can do is [[order her another drink]].

Something in her eyes flickers, and the barbot knows to bring you a drink. \n\nAfter you've shared another couple drinks, you figure you've had enough to drink.\n\n[[offer to take her home]]\n[[go home]]

You follow them. \n\nThere's another person in the bedroom, lying on the bed. She looks at the three of you, and her eyes are shockingly familiar. With your voice, she purrs "Why don't you come to bed?" You didn't know your voice could do that.\n\nNo wonder you heard sirens nearby. Something must have happened with the third clone you ordered. \n\n[[ask what's going on]]\n[[join her in bed]]\n[[leave before the cops get here]]

You're lucky. You hear sirens a few blocks over, but the streets aren't busy this late at night. \n\nYou get home, and lock the door behind you, and are grateful you don't have any roommates. \n\nYour clones head directly towards [[the bedroom]]. They are replicas of you, after all.

Predictably, your clones are fucking in the shower. You can't really blame them - it's what you'd do if you ran into your opposite-sex clone, too. \n\n[[join them]]\n[[watch and masturbate]]

They're naked and in the shower so you figure you might as well be too. \n\nIt's a tight fit, the three of you, but none of you seem to mind.\n\nOne of your clones experimentally tweaks your nipple piercing, and you [[gasp and moan]]. \n\n

He's perfect too. Uncircumcised, you notice - you didn't know what you expected, but this'll be a new treat. Your dealer repeats the procedure, and he goes the same direction as your other clone.\n\nYou look at your dealer. "Don't you think you should let them get ready?" she asks. \n\n[[follow the clones]]\n[[wait in the other room|keep waiting]]

She shrugs. "I should have known. Don't touch anything or anyone until I give the word."\n\nShe flips a giant handle next to one of the opaque tanks, and white liquid drains from the large tube through a smaller one and away. You imagine that the tubes are full of cum. Thinking of your clone, you feel like you could almost fill one of them. You fidget, adjusting your clothes so your dealer will think it's nerves and not your arousal. \n\nThe tube, no longer full of liquid, is now only translucent. Within it you can see the shadow of a human form. \n\nYour dealer presses a button recessed into the tank, and reaches her hands through the tube, pulling out -- [[your clone]]. Well, one of them, at least.

You pile your clothes neatly on the floor, because you certainly don't have time to fold them. \n\nThen, you lie in bed, and idly start [[playing with yourself]] as you wait.

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She's perfect, she's beautiful, you're so into her.\n\nShe's unconscious and naked and dripping white liquid.\n\nYour dealer hauls her onto a low table nearby, and starts checking her vitals. \n\nYou [[wait|wait for clone 1]].

"COPS BUST ANOTHER CLONING RING" is the headline. \n\nYou kind of resent how Alphabet knows so much about you, but you grudgingly admit the headline is relevant to your interests.\n\nYou skim the article, but thankfully none of the people in it look like you. \n\n[[call your dealer about your clone status]]\n[[go home]]\n

The clone that's fucking you notices you watching them, and pulls out. She whispers something to them, and he changes position slightly, so that she can doubly penetrate the vagina-having clone.\n\nYou start [[masturbating]].

"My place is probably nicer, let's head there instead."\n\nYou both pay the barbot, and you follow her a couple blocks away, then up what you're pretty sure is three flights of stairs. Or maybe four? Halfway through, [[she stops to kiss you]], and you lose count of the steps entirely.

You open the door to the room the clones were growing in. \n\nFor a split second, you see your dealer's silhouete. A limp form is in her arms, one familiar arm dangling into the light. \n\nYour dealer startles when the door opens. The nude form falls to the ground and your clone screams in surprise and pain. Your dealer is pointing [[a gun of some kind]] at you. \n\n"What the hell do you think you're doing?" your dealer asks. "Wait in the other room. Everything is fine." The gun doesn't waver as she says this. \n\nYou close the door and go back to [[waiting|keep waiting]].

One might say you're somewhat of an expert at making yourself orgasm while thinking about yourself. But you hold back this time, since you know it'll be better if you wait for your clones.\n\n...They've been showering for a while, haven't they?\n\n[[go to the shower]]

You knock on the door. After a moment, your dealer opens it. She looks at least as haggard in real life as she did on the phone.\n\nYou look at her expression and wonder if you've fucked up. Before you can say "this was a mistake" and make your exit, she leads you into a room. There are opaque white tubes there, big ones, and the shadows they cast make you jumpy.\n\n"The hormone baths are progressing the aging well. One... didn't make it, but the other two are doing fine. It should just be a few more minutes."\n\nA timer nearby rings.\n\n"Go wait in the living room while I decant them."\n\n[[stay with her]]\n[[wait in the other room]]

You close the door behind you and look around.\n\nThere's two piles of clothes on two chairs. The bed, with satin sheets, is empty. Through an ajar door, you can hear water running. Neither of your clones are in this room.\n\n[[undress and wait in the bed]]\n[[go to the shower]]

That's funny, you could've sworn you locked the door when you went out.\n\nYou lock the door behind you, at least. It doesn't look like anything was taken while you were gone.\n\nYou head to [[the bedroom|bedroom]]. It's late, and you're clearly tired.\n\n

All three of you are coming, you think. At least, you are, and through the shower door you hear moans, and you're having a lot of trouble focusing on anything besides yourselves enough to start counting.\n\nThere'll be hell to pay from your dealer, but right now you don't care. \n\n\n~ ~ fuck your clone ~ ~\n~ ~ ~ ~ results ~ ~ ~ ~ \n\n2 clone(s) encountered\n0 clone(s) fucked

She smiles, and her silver lipstick reflects the light. \n\n"You know," she says, "I think I could stand hearing some more of that."\n\n[[offer to take her home]]\n[[just go home yourself|go home]]

You feel something hard against your leg and look down and she's wearing the strap-on that fit you too perfectly to throw out when your ex left.\n\nShe starts to undress you. You [[let her]].

The penis-having clone seems to be having an orgasm, as does the double penetration clone. \n\nYou're nothing if not efficient. \n\nThe clone with the strap-on pulls out and takes it off. The two others head to the bathroom to clean off. \n\nShe looks into your eyes deeply, kissing you again, [[pushing you to the bed]].

"All right." You start stripping off clothes. Your other two clones, watching the standoff, get the idea quickly.\n\n[[join her in bed]]

Either they haven't noticed you there or they don't care. \n\nYour female clone is on all fours on the shower floor, with your male clone behind her. You wonder if the water is providing adequate lubrication - well, that's why you're not joining them, you guess.\n\nThat, and you're almost too aroused to move. Thinking quickly, you put down the toilet lid so you can sit atop it, and touch yourself while watching them. \n\n[[you're coming|orgasm]]\n[[they're coming|orgasm]]

She looks pensive. \n\n"It does for you?"\n\nYou're not sure how to answer anymore. You take a long sip of your drink, and then another, until it's gone. \n\n"Hey, let me get you a drink." \n\n[[take her up on the offer]]\n[[go home]]

You use a free arm to touch him for a while, but the clone you're making out with notices when you try to break away from her further. \n\n"You want to suck cock? No need to go anywhere..." There's a dangerous edge to her voice. \n\nYou start fellating her. \n\n"That's better."\n\nYou notice that the two remaining clones are wrapped around each other, [[an ouroboros of mutual self-pleasure]].