New Story: Feuding Families

[Lotus9]

Hello! Long time no see! This is a story that I have been uploading for a while on my Pixiv. I enjoy the dopamine hits of watching the like and follower counter going up so I prefer uploading over there these days lol. I will uploading it part by part as it is insanely annoying having to make certain edits for it to be readable on Hboard lol. Please enjoy though!

Feuding Families: Prologue.


In the pristine dining room of a large and luxurious house, a strange scene was unfolding.


At first glance, it would seem as though a family of three women had sat together to eat dinner, albeit, with an unusual arrangement.


Rather than sitting comfortably around a small table, the trio had sat at a long counter-like table in a row of three, a table that looked to be pressed up to a mirror-covered wall. Indeed, that would be the obvious and reasonable assumption, as opposite each woman was a reflection.


Yet, upon closer inspection, one could see that the women and their reflections, whilst identical, weren’t moving in perfect synchrony, with knives and forking scrapping lightly across plates at different timings.


It would only be at this observation, that one would realize that there were not three women at this table, but instead six!


Three sets of identical women, each duo similar enough to be mistaken for twins!


But this would indeed be a mistake, as within this room there were two families.


The Edwards Family, and the Allen Family, and whilst the silence between the two groups seemed comfy and harmonious, it wouldn’t take long to pick up on the strange undercurrent flowing through the dining room.


Sat sandwiched between their mothers and younger sisters, were Bailey Edwards and Bella Allen, two young twenty-two-year-old women. With narrow cheeks bones and full lips, each possessed an aggressive and domineering type of beauty, both carrying a presence that would suck the oxygen out of any room they entered. Their blonde hair pulled back into ponytails gave the pair proud and confident demeanors, and the sharp glints in their green eyes only served to demonstrate this further. Their long blue dresses highlighted the noble charm inherited from their mothers, as well as how similar the pair were, as both wore the exact same dress…


The pair had been neighbors since birth and had been practically joined at the hips through their childhood years. They had excelled in both academics and sports at their expensive, private academy, and were the undisputed Queens of the entire school. Many had thought it a miracle that their friendship had endured despite being women of such beauty and pride.


What those people didn’t know was that this miracle had ended four years ago, on the night of their school prom.


Their mothers and younger sisters didn’t know either, still believing that Bailey and Bella were still best of friends, when in truth, the duo couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Yet, their families would be heartbroken, and their relationships between their mothers and sisters strained if the truth came out though, so despite wishing they could leap across the table and claw each other’s eyes out, the pair had to settle for less. A subtle and silent foot war under the table, their soft feet pushing against each other in a desperate attempt to vent their mutual hatred.


Moving a seat down the table, the eighteen-year-olds, Lily Edwards and Lola Allen sat opposite one another. They were completely asymmetrical to their sisters' noble beauty and proud characters. Lily and Lola were smaller in stature, not as tall as their mothers or sisters, though just as curvy, with each possessing ample breasts, tight waists, and large hips. Their features were less intimidating, possessing a softness that their mothers had only developed after childbirth, and with their brown hair styled in twintails, the duo looked cute and sexy, brimming with youthful charm. Each wore a miniskirt and thigh-high socks, both playing to their strengths and claiming a different sort of beauty to their proud sisters. Yet whilst they had differentiated themselves from their sisters, they were identical to one another, wearing the same outfit right down to ribbons tying their hair…


Much like their sisters, the duo had been neighbors since birth and had been raised like sisters. Unlike their sisters, however, the two didn’t enjoy academics, sports, or socializing at school, instead preferring to immerse themselves in the world of anime and gaming. Often playing together, the pair grew up discussing the various characters in their games and tv shows. Their families assumed the pair would be friends for life.


Little did they know, their friendship ended four years ago following the results of a fighting game tournament they had both entered.


Their mothers and older sisters still thought that they were best friends, oblivious to the fact that Lily and Lola now couldn’t stand the sight of one another. Their families would be heartbroken, and their relationships between their mothers and sisters strained if the truth came out though, so despite wishing they could leap across the table and start slapping the shit out of each other, the two had to settle for a subtle and silent foot war under the table, their stocking covered feet grinding furiously against each other in a desperate attempt to vent their mutual hatred.


Hot breaths and fainted groans, barely suppressed, echoed out as the mothers of the respective households finished their meals. Heavy breasts swayed as Abby Edwards and Aria Allen suddenly stood to look down at their daughters.


“What on earth is going on with you girls tonight?” Abby questioned, the buxom and sensual mother of two having finally realized that the atmosphere wasn’t quite right.


“Are you fighting?” Aria chimed in, echoing Abby’s concern.


Their delicate faces seemed worried and hurt at the thought of their beloved daughters being at odds. The four daughters shot frantically to their feet, hands flailing as they desperately reassured their mothers that they weren’t fighting at all.


Sharing a sigh of relived, Abby glanced at Aria, to which Aria nodded in response.


“That’s good then, we’re relieved,” Abby exclaimed, her voice devoid of the tension that had filled it just moments ago. “I’m not blind though, so kiss and make-up like you used to do, then you girls can go off and play.”


The four daughters suddenly froze, before glancing at one another in shocked disbelief.


Indeed, they used to kiss and make up when they had fought- small conciliatory pecks on the lips, but that was when they were little! And like hell they wanted to ‘kiss and make-up’ now!


“What? I thought you were all friends?” Aria spoke, her hand on her breast as upset-filled her voice.


The tense silence soon became unbearable for the four, and Bailey and Bella soon leaned over the table, their perky breasts getting dangerously close. The pair cooperated to exchange a light kiss, their lips just barely brushing together.


Pulling apart, the eldest daughters had forced smiles on their faces, their green eyes narrowed into crescents.


This act of appeasing their mothers forced Lily and Lola into following suit, however, as now the pair had no choice but to kiss to keep the harmony.


The duo leaned in, each balancing on one foot like flamingos as a dainty foot, wrapped in black thigh-high socks, kicked up behind each of them. Perhaps watching their sister’s kiss in reconciliation had stoked the fires of resistance within them, however, as, unlike Bailey and Bella, neither girl was willing to tilt her head to the side to facilitate the union of lips.


The result was that their button-like noses squashed together in an embarrassing ‘kiss’ before their lips had even met, causing their eyes to practically bulge out in humiliation.


Resisting the urge to bite one another, the pair pulled apart after a light kiss, each wiping her mouth and glaring angrily at their mirror image.


“Well done, girls,” Aria said, gently clapping her hands together. “How about you go and play together like you used to? You haven’t been spending much time together lately!”


Before each could spit excuses, the other mother, Abby, began to speak,


“That’s a good idea! Bailey, Bella, you two used to play dress-up together, do you remember? The pair of you wearing your matching outfits was always so cute, I never could decide who was prettier!”


Bella and Bailey froze for the second time that evening, their long ponytails swaying slightly as they forgot to breathe, their old grudges and traumas being dragged back into their minds by Abby’s words.


“Lola, Lily, you two were always playing those fighting games together, weren’t you?” Aria questioned, turning her attention to the younger pair of girls. “You used to have so much fun! You haven’t really played together since that little tournament though, right? How about you decide who is better once and for all!”


Her tone was light and full of energy, as though eager for the pair to play together like they used to, not noticing that the pair reacted as though struck by lightning. Their shared, four-year-old humiliation being brought up so casually caused their brown eyes to lock together in an embarrassed glare.


““Yeah, I think we’ll go and relive the good old days,”” Bailey and Bella said together, stepping away from the table, suddenly more energetic than they had been all evening. It would be hard to miss the obvious competitive undertone in their words, and how the pair seemed to be even less friendly than before, but neither mother commented on it.


““Us too!”” Lily and Lola said, as cheeky grins spread across their faces. ““Let’s go and play some games.”” Linking arms, the pair began to speed-walk towards the stairs, following after their older sisters. Again, unless the mothers were blind, they would not have missed their youngest daughters slamming their hips together viciously as they charged away, yet, once again, neither said anything.


In an instant, Abby and Aria were left alone, and the second they were, the two mothers looked at one another, their bodies relaxing as the atmosphere around them underwent a sudden shift.


Stepping around the table, the pair walked until they were face-to-face and their heavy busts clapped together. Neither seemed bothered by the lack of distance between them, however, as both moved closer still, until their foreheads knocked together and each was gazing into the other’s eyes.


““It’s finally going to be settled…”” They purred in synchrony.


Their lips arched into bemused smirks.


Their daughters thought they could hide their mutual hatred from them, their mothers. Yet they never once realized that this animosity was no secret at all, and that it was instead inherited from them…


“You know, I was always worried they would actually be best friends,” Aria whispered into Abby’s plump lips.


“How could that be possible,” Abby hummed back, her hot breath tickling Aria’s mouth. “Your daughters, getting along with my daughters? It was destined to fall apart from the start.”


“You’re right,” Aria purred back, the soft scent of shampoo in her long blonde hair distinguishable from the scent of Abby’s hair. “Now they can settle it once and for all. For them... and for us. I could never beat you, and you could never beat me… but my daughters will beat yours. And that will be all the proof I need.”


Their bodies thrummed with heat as the two curvaceous pressed themselves together, their legs wrapped around one another like snakes as their soft stomachs ground together.


“All we’ve been able to do fuck each other senseless for years on end...stuck in an endless series of draws… but tonight, my daughters will be the proof that I’m the superior woman,” Abby whispered, her lips getting dangerously close to Aria's without either woman even noticing.


““Hmph!!””


They could feel the burning desire to fuck rapidly building within them, but they resisted it, forcing their bodies apart. Neither the thick strands of breast milk connecting their tits nor the faint trails of sticky excitement that bridged the gap between their crotches were surprises to them. They had long been used to how their sensual forms reacted to each other, and they had long since stopped feeling embarrassed by it. After all, they had drunk more breast milk than they had water and swallowed more cum than they had food across their 20+ years of fuck-fighting.


“The Allens will be nothing but fucktoys for us when the night is over!”


“The Edwards will be nothing but fucktoys for us when the night is over!”


The pair bragged in synchrony, their eyes locked together in a mesmerizing, seductive staredown. The mutual threats prompted each woman to grab hold of the other’s powerful waist, and they slammed their crotches together in furious unison.


The result was the same as it had always been.


Abby helpless under Aria’s touch, and Aria helpless under Abby’s touch.


All they had ever been, all they had ever managed to be, was reflections of one another other. And so, together they exploded in ecstasy, their legs drenched as fused cum spilled out of their cunts before dripping down onto the floor below.

[Kimjunilu]

Great start..i was waiting for your new story , and this look amazing.

[Miahb1]

Great start...looking forward to how this turns out

[paki042]

As usual, perfect story........
perfect plot....
everything is perfect

[catfightfan1989]

This is an awesome start, specially the rivalry between moms

[Lotus9]

Chapter 1: Eldest Daughters


The home of the Edwards family was uniquely constructed. It was its own self-contained house, with bedrooms, bathrooms, lounges, and a kitchen, yet it also functioned as half of a greater whole.


And the other half... was the home of the Allen Family.


The homes were like a set of conjoined twins, separate, yet fused in certain places. Some obvious...and others less so.


The large dining room that had been filled with unspoken tension just moments ago was one example of an obvious place, whilst the bedrooms of Bailey and Bella were a more subtle demonstration of the union between the two houses.


Having separated from her rival, Bailey Edwards stood alone at the entrance to her walk-in wardrobe. The closet was packed with hundreds of clothes she had collected over the years, yet forget wearing them, she hadn’t even opened this wardrobe in years.


Not since that day.


Green eyes flashed with steely resolve as her large chest rose with a deep breath, then suddenly her blonde ponytail swayed as she threw open the wardrobe door, immediately laying eyes on the reflection at the far end of the long walkway.


With a long ponytail and even longer legs, protruding breasts, and a powerful-looking ass, Bailey’s beauty was intimidating, and she had always been proud of that fact. Yet she knew full well that she wasn’t alone in her dominating beauty, and that beyond the illusionary image reflected at her by the mirror’s light…there was her true reflection.


This was the case in the most literal sense, as the mirror acted as a sliding door, connecting Bailey’s walk-in wardrobe to Bella’s. It was this sliding mirror that caused their friendship to shatter four years ago, but now, all it was doing was preventing them from finishing their feud for good!


High heels clicked against the wooden flooring as she strutted towards the mirror. Her long legs striding with a subconscious seduction, Bailey couldn’t help but admire herself. She had a body like an hourglass, and anyone who laid their eyes on her would lose track of time. Her tight waist and Amazonian hips were mesmerizing, whilst her firm ass and perky tits threatened to suck the soul out of any onlooker.


She was by no means a boundlessly arrogant narcissist, instead considering herself as clear-headed and confident. She was aware of her virtues and had never felt the need to be self-deprecating or lower her head to others. Perhaps it was this self-belief that kept the hordes of admirers at bay, with none able to muster the courage to ask her out.


The blue dress hugged her figure so well, Bailey couldn’t help but cock a hip as she walked further into the wardrobe, her eyes flashing with proud satisfaction at her reflection.


A quick 180 turn and she was checking out her shapely ass. The outline of her buttocks in the azure fabric left little to the imagination, yet held enough back to avoid seeming slutty, instead possessing a dignified seduction.


Twisting back so that she was facing the mirror once again, she leaned forward, her fingers reaching out towards the mirror’s cold surface, intending to slide the reflective door sideways and begin the final confrontation.


Yet she didn’t feel the mirror’s hard, cold surface, but instead the touch of soft flesh, as outstretched fingers…touched outstretched fingers!


Bailey froze, and her ‘reflection’, Bella, froze too.


The incident of four years prior had just repeated itself.


***


Four years ago, Bailey and Bella were set to attend their school prom, an event that was anticipated by their entire cohort at the prestigious private school they attended. Being a school with a uniform and strict dress code, there were rarely chances to dress up to their hearts’ content and wear a full face of make-up, hence why the pair were so excited. After all, what 18-year-old would want to show off in from of their peers?


It was in this excitement that the seeds of ruin were planted in their lifelong friendship.


Bailey and Bella had spent their entire lives being constantly compared by those around them, yet it had never bothered them. Whether it was girls commenting on how their hair was the same length, the boys drooling over their 'identical tits', or their teachers frequently confusing them for one another, neither girl ever felt particularly offended. Their similarity- their identicality, was a fact of life for the pair, after all, they had practically been raised as twin sisters and had always been best of friends.


Yet neither could resist the burning desire to finish their school life as the most dazzling prom queen, or, at the very least… The undisputed top beauty of the school prom. Therefore both Bella and Bailey, for the first time in their lives, began to keep secrets from each other…


Both girls had inherited their mothers’ spark of genius, though whilst their mothers were both famous architects, they had taken an interest in fashion, and fashion design. And both saw the prom as the perfect chance to stand out and show their unique spark for the first time in their lives.


So, on their ride home from school, the pair would talk excitedly about what they were going to wear, how they were going to style their hair, and how they were going to do their make-up.


With no secrets and no hints of rivalry, the duo looked like a pair of perfect sisters.


Yet their hearts would pound with a strange thrill and excitement, and both would struggle not to smirk since all these plans were nothing but empty lies meant to hide their true ambitions. They would wave goodbye as they parted ways at home, making plans for later that evening, then quickly hide away behind closed doors. With the passageway between rooms shut tight, both would work tirelessly to create a new, secret dress. One unique to them, so that they could shock their classmates... and their best friend.


Perfect curves covered by black lace and soft frills, after many hours on the sewing machines, the dresses were complete.


Pride and excitement swelled within them… along with a faint sense of superiority whenever they spoke.


They had always walked in lockstep, yet now, each felt she was pulling ahead.


The feeling was intoxicating.


And when prom night... the final night of their friendship arrived, they walked into the wardrobe spinning and twirling, practically overflowing with bubbling nervous energy. Yet one spin too many and they tripped, falling towards what they thought was the mirror…


Only for two yelps of surprise to echo out.


The mirror wasn't there. For who knows how long, the passageway had been open, the mirror door wide open, yet neither had ever noticed, because each time open entered to look at herself... the other was standing opposing. A perfect reflection.


Two identical girls. Two identical dresses. Two accusations of theft.


Two ice-cold Prom Queens who shared a crown, yet never spoke another word to each other that night.


The mirror-like friendship had shattered into a million pieces, never to be repaired.


From that point on neither girl could stand the sight of the other. Their similarity- their identicality, that once bred fondness and intimacy now caused nothing but disgust.


***


Large chests heaving in shock, the green eyes of Bella and Bailey were locked together in disbelief, both forced to acknowledge that even four years of mutual hatred couldn’t stop them from making the same old mistakes.


“Bailey…”


“Bella…”


The pair of women whispered simultaneously, their voices dangerously low.


Moving in tandem, the tall, proud beauties stepped forwards, causing their proud bodies to gently press into one another. High heels ground into the wooden floor as the tips of the jet-black footwear collided, left foot meeting right, and right foot meeting left. Knees touched against the opposing pair, as soft thighs covered in the azure blue dress pressed together. Lower navels rubbed as bellybuttons aligned before perky and proud tits were squashed together as the pair continued to lean inwards.


So identical were Bella and Bailey that each looked as though she were simply squashed against a mirror, as opposed to another woman. The outlines of wide hips, narrow waists, and bulging chests overlapped perfectly, meaning if someone were to look at either girl from behind, her rival wouldn’t even be visible!


Long ponytails swayed as the confident women looked down their noses at one another, both trying to ignore the matching perfumes mingling and mixing between them.


“I hope you know, the only reason I’ve put up with you for this long is that our families get along,” Bailey spat hatefully, green eyes filled with venom.


“Same here,” Bella hissed back, “The only reason I didn’t claw off that copycat face of yours is that I didn’t want to break my mom’s heart…”


“You’re the copycat!” Bailey growled, “ever since we were kids, you’d follow me around copying me constantly, wanting to be me!”


“You’re the one who wants to be me!” Bella retorted instantly.


Back then, neither had considered the other a copycat, and they had loved to be together. Yet, now, after their friendship fell apart, neither possessed a single good feeling towards the other, their memories tainted by bias and rage.


Hands moved with lightning speed, each woman grabbing onto the wide hips of her living reflection.


Sharp nails dug into tender flesh, causing twin hisses of pain to escape their perfectly shaped lips as fiery fury filled their mutual glare. Gripping down hard, the duo used their holds to force themselves into an even tighter squeeze, the little air that still existed between the pair being immediately crushed out of existence.


Large orbs flattened against each other, being squashed and spread out as the air was mercilessly forced from their lungs.


““Urghhh…!”” They groaned in synchrony, neither managing to conceal the strain. Foreheads pressed together as their hands arched around the other’s back, each girl linking her fingers to strengthen the squeeze.


““You copied…me…!”” They muttered through gritted teeth, as their hot, pained words collided helplessly between snarling lips.


““I…would…never…copy…you…”” The pair protested in one voice, as their identical bodies started trembling against each other.


““Not. In. A. Thousand. Years…!””


Yet, as the baleful and defiant proclamations echoed around the corridor of a wardrobe, four other sounds rang out, all overlapping into a single – CRACK! The sound was four high heels all snapping in synchrony, broken under the furious force of the feuding women.


The pair fell in opposite directions, the stalemate was ended before either saw the desired result, much to their chagrin.


Kicking off their now ‘heelless’ heels to the side of the wardrobe, the pair launched themselves to their feet.


““We are settling this! Right here, right now!”” They screeched at one another with hands on hips. Their sensual forms overflowing with unconscious charm, even in their anger.


““I have always been smarter than you!”” Bailey and Bella claimed with ice-cold tones,


““Funnier than you!”” Bella and Bailey continued, taking a step toward one another once again.


"“More popular than you!”" The twin-like women spat as their bodies slapped together.


“But since it’s just the two of us here…” Bailey muttered, her voice oozing with menace.


“But since there is no one else around…” Bella whispered, her voice overflowing with threat.


"“I’ll take the time to prove to you… that I’m hotter… sexier… and ten thousand times more fashionable than you!”"


Two women, one belief!


One of them would have to break before they would consider this settled!


***


Pulling apart, the pair took a few steps back and began ogling at one another, their emerald green eyes raking over their rival’s long legs and seductive curves.


Bella would never deny that Bailey is attractive, just as Bailey would never deny that Bella is attractive. But both were proud women, and for as long as they had lived, they had looked down on others and took solace in the fact that they were better than them.


Though, back then, in their younger days, the pair were ‘on the same team’, and had never seen each other as competition. Yet, all the emotions, desires, and superiority that bloomed within them during the lead-up to the prom could never just be forgotten... Not to mention their identical secrets being exposed, their pride and superiority torn down in such a ludicrous way...


Ultimately, they could only be exceptions to one another’s prideful personality for so long before it all fell apart.


Now, they would never again want to share 1st place.


Now, it was unacceptable that others thought of them as the same.


Now, it was unacceptable that they had thought of themselves as the same.


It wasn't possible to simply forgive and forget, and they didn't want to anyway.


So now, the pair twisted and turned in tandem, posing and posturing as each flashed their soul-stirring and seductive curves before the other’s defiant gaze.


Fingers ran temptingly up long legs as hips swayed from side to side.


Tits squashed against the wall as thick, identical asses were displayed like never before.


Arms were held above their heads, showing off delicate and sensual armpits, a gentle and soft seduction that was followed by each girl looking over her shoulder, and shooting the other a demure gaze of desperate longing and affection, eyelashes fluttering in a heart-pounding attack on the senses.


From soft to strong, from seductive to domineering. The pair attacked one another in a battle of charm and temptation, striking from every angle possible. Yet, even as faces grew flushed from the effects of their mutual seduction, and a faint sheen of sweat could be found on their foreheads, neither woman had suppressed the other.


Further still, despite their best effects to surprise one another with their twists and turns, the pair had mirrored one another the entire time.


““Nnnng…the same…”” The perfectly paired women groaned together, before suddenly catching themselves.


““We are NOT the same!”” They hissed at one another, angry at both their own slips of the tongue, as well as the other’s words.


“We’ve always been similar, so of course, these matching dresses aren’t doing anything to set us apart,” Bella complained, pausing her movements to catch her breath.


“So, let’s get changed then,” Bailey suggested, panting slightly. “You think you’re more fashionable than me, I think I’m more fashionable than you. So, we’ll go and dress ourselves up, then do this again.”


“Fine with me,” Bella agreed. “A test of how well we can dress up our curves and then a test of how sexy we are.”


Exchanging frustrated and indignant looks, the pair walked back to their rooms to put together the perfect outfit. Since neither had used this accursed walk-in wardrobe for years, naturally their clothes were in other, separate wardrobes in their respective rooms.


Only a few minutes later, Bella was ready for the second confrontation.


She wore a black dress different from her previous blue. It had long slits running up each leg, and coupled with portions of her hip, stomach, and back on display, she was less noble and graceful, yet far more sexual than before. A pair of black over-the-knee boots completed the look, giving her beauty a sharp and powerful edge.


Her confidence refilled, she swung open the wardrobe door and charged in…


Only to see yet another reflection where there was no mirror.


“BAILEY!”


“BELLA!”


Two furious and symmetrical women cried out.


The conflict exploded once again, as the pair collided in a hateful clash of strength. Yet after squashing themselves together in a snarling, seething body-to-body press for a few minutes and coating themselves in a sticky layer of fused sweat, the pair pinged apart and began showing off their seduction skills.


Bella would lift the slit to flash some upper thigh, Bailey would lift the slit to flash some upper thigh.


Bailey would twist her body in a sensual, teasing squat as she flexed her powerful ass, Bella would twist her body in a seductive, tempting squat as she flexed her powerful ass.


One girl would clasp her hands, causing her tits to squeeze together like two soft buns, and so would the other.


It wasn’t tit for tat, as that would mean one woman responding to the other’s action. It was more like a never-ending game of rock-paper-scissors, with both women trapped due to constantly playing the same move.


The pair grew hotter and hotter as their battle of mutual temptation became increasingly intense.


Soon, tempers flared and hot exhalations fused into one singular breath, the duo slamming into one another in the middle of the room.


Tits teased tits, stomachs stuck together and crotches collided in a hateful union as both were filled with furious indignation at their persisting stalemate. Both hated how identical they were and they especially hated how they seemed to share the same brain, neither able to escape their never-ending synchrony.


““Urgh, I HATE you!”” They cried out together as they interlocked their fingers and worked together to slam hot body against hot body a dozen times in quick succession.


A final wet slap caused the duo to tumble apart yet again, both hitting the floor in unison.


It was as though each woman had an all-powerful spear and an invincible shield. Each flex of their lithe bodies would be enough to subdue anyone else, yet neither could suppress the other in the slightest.


Even collapsed, the ‘twins’ were still mirrors of each other, as they shot glares full at venom one another.


“I’m more beautiful than you!” Bailey spat.


“I’m more gorgeous than you!” Bella hissed.


““No you’re not!”” They cried out in one voice.


They stormed out before soon returning, only to find out that they were once again wearing the same outfits.


As if sharing the same brain cell, both had gone ‘old-school’ with their outfits, literally.


Both Bella and Bailey were wearing the school uniforms neither had worn in almost half a decade, plaid skirts, white shirts, and black pantyhose.


The third collision between beauties broke out, and as though by silent agreement, this clash had a far great degree of physicality than of their previous showdowns.


““My tits are better than yours!”” They spat as they smashed their overflowing busts together, a move that elicited hot groans from each fighter.


““My hips are wider than yours!”” They cried out as they fought side-to-side, each woman leaning against the wall for support as their pantyhose-covered hips were bashed against one another countless times.


““My ass is thicker than yours!”” They groaned as they stood back-to-back, forcefully crushing assmeat against assmeat.


Just looking and no touching wasn’t enough to satisfy them, yet once they got physical, it still wasn’t enough for the pair. Tits, hips, ass, legs, stomachs, and even feet were all pressed up against each other, each believing it would help prove that they were better, yet all it did was leave them needing to go further.


The pair would be as soft and seductive in their movements as possible, both showing as much ass as possible when turning, as much cleavage when bending, tempting, and teasing one another constantly.


And neither was immune to the other’s charms.


Though neither Bailey nor Bella had realized it, their bodies were red hot, and covered in an ever-growing sweat. Nipples had long since become erect, dense assmeat would twitch and crotches would throb with an excitement neither had noticed.


The identical women pressed themselves together in a face-to-face clench, their nylon pantyhose ‘hissing’ as their legs locked together right down to their toes. Stomachs twitched as they were pressed perfectly together, and two pairs of large breasts swelled as one mass of conjoined titflesh, both sets having failed to overcome the rivaling pair.


“I can’t stand this…” Bella groaned, “I can’t believe we were joined at the hip, dressed like this for so many years-“


“-Getting the same grades, constantly speaking at the same time…” Bailey continued, “Having the same friends, together from morning till night-“


“-How did we not tear each other apart?” Bella questioned, “Just looking at you makes me feel sick-“


“-The feelings mutual,” Bailey spat, “If I wanted to see a reflection, I’d just look in the mirror. I don’t need a mirror image that walks and talks and follows me around-“


“-You’re the mirror-”


“No, you’re the mirror-“


“You’re! –“


“You’re! –“


““You’re the mirror!”” The pair hissed, their matching faces so close that each had no choice but to breathe in the other’s hateful words.


Eyes chained together as though trying to look into each other’s soul, the pair touched their foreheads, before their noses gently met, and finally, their lips were only a hairsbreadth apart.


“I don’t want to pretend to like you anymore, I don't care if it hurts our moms,”


“I don’t want to pretend to like you either, Lily and Lola will get over it,”


Harsh confessions were exchanged, yet neither flinched.


“No more ‘make-up’ kisses.”


“No more making up, full stop. Not unless you give in to me.”


“Not unless you give in to me, more like.”


Hands crept up as each violently gripped the other by the back of the head, before yanking their rival towards them. Kisses met in a painful and domineering kiss, lips were bitten as tongues tangled together, saliva splattering across their cheeks and down their chests.


They'd kissed lots growing up, first, because they knew that it's what people who loved each other did. Then, because their mother thought it was cute, and finally, it became a habit under their instigation, something they'd do to turn the page on any small and minor fight. These would be small pecks, however, the sort of kisses between children, then between family members.


Now though, they were invasive, violent, and brutal declarations of war.


Pulling themselves apart using their mutual grips, the pair glared into one another’s green eyes.


““If you’re just a mirror of me-“” They began, before tutting in frustration and smashing their lips together once more to shut each other up. A faint taste of blood now in their mouths, they started the sentence again.


““If we’re…just mirrors of each other…just… reflections of each other…”” They growled reluctantly, neither girl pleased by their words, yet either capable of denying them, ““Then we just need to smash ourselves together… until one of us breaks…!””


As if to mark their aggressive words, each swung back her hips, before slamming them forward. At the center point between them, their pantyhose-covered crotches collided.


Neither woman had noticed their unusual physical condition. The dense smell of two soaked cunts packed into sweaty pantyhose had long since permeated throughout the room. It was unknown if either would have been able to tell the scents apart, though, at this stage, the musks had mixed and fused to the point of becoming a new scent entirely. A scent of female desire and breeding instinct that connected their erogenous zones like an invisible rope. It was evidence of an unnoticed, physical craving, as well as a warning sign.


Yet neither couldn't notice it now, as all thought was erased from their minds on the impact of their two twats. Eyes rolled back and tongues fell out of mouths as clits crushed each other, wet labia plastered together, and tight slits ruthlessly were spread apart.


A pleasure neither was even aware of exploded out of them in synchrony, each woman erupting into an instantaneous orgasm.


Legs shook and toes twitched as the floor beneath them was coated in girl-cum, their pantyhose too drenched to hold it back.


Ponytails shook, yet even as pleasure rampaged across their bodies, neither seemed any less proud.


““One last outfit change.”” The duo groaned. Their voices were weak from pleasure, yet their words were still undeniably commanding, laced with domineering intent. before prying their still shaking bodies apart. Strands of sweat and cum connected them, but both knew their separation would only last a brief moment.


Neither were surprised when they wore matching lingerie, thigh-high stockings, and a bodysuit that was borderline obscene.


Instead, they purred as searing hot bodies slapped together. Even if they were the same, they would just go at it until one of them breaks.


Bailey and Bella lost track of time as they tumbled and twisted around the room. Neither made any attempt at defense, simply attacking their enemy’s body with their own, holding tight to the belief that the other would succumb before they did.


There was no strategy in the war between the identical women.


Bella would smash her heaving tits into Bailey’s, knowing that Bailey’s tits would strike her with equal force.


Bailey would thrust her bubble-like butt in Bella’s, fully accepting that Bella would thrust back without the slightest hint of weakness.


When fighting a mirror image, that was the only way to fight. Every hit that connected meant getting hit, sharing every twinge of pain and every throb of pleasure.


Neither knew it was due to the relief of finally getting to vent four years' worth of enmity, terrifying sexual compatibility, the frustrating yet thrilling situation they found themselves in, or some strange hidden fetish for symmetry the duo shared, but their sensitivity was spiraling out of control.


““I won’t lose…MHNN?!?!❤”” The duo screamed as their perky tits were crushed flat against each other, causing each to squirt helplessly.


““I’m better than…AHHHH!?!?❤❤”” The pair cried out as their firm asses were molded under the other’s touch, sending a jet of girl-cum spraying across the floor.


“You’re nothing but my…MMNPHHH!??!!❤❤❤”” Clits bending against one another without the slightest resistance, sent eyes rolling back as twin bodies lost all strength. Right cheek squashed against left, whilst pink tongues, identical in length and width, refused to separate, remaining stuck together and hanging between their mouths.


Bella and Bailey twitched and trembled against one another in an orgasm-induced daze, the scent of fused cum filling their lungs until the sudden sound of voices jolted them awake.


It was their mothers, and it sounded like they were looking for them!


Whilst they had decided not to pretend to get along around them… not hiding their mutual disdain and getting caught in a situation like this… were two very different things…!


Hearing their mothers approaching Bailey’s end of the wardrobe, the pair had no choice but to make a split-second decision. They wouldn’t be able to make it out the other end, into Bella’s room in time, so they had no choice but to hide in the wardrobe itself!


For once, their 'shared mind' came in handy, as the pair flung their cum soaked bodies into a nearby closet, one with a door to hide behind.


Before even a second had passed, however, the duo knew it was a poor choice of hiding spot, as their sensitive bodies were being crushed together like never before!


Buxom breasts were caught in a painful compress, whilst their asses were too large for the narrow space, forcing both crotches together in a ruthless grind.


“”FUCKKKK…!!!”” Both moaned, eyes twitching, before hearing the door of the walk-in wardrobe creak open. Hands moved quickly as both women clamped their rival’s mouth shut to prevent any noise from escaping.


The creak of footsteps and faint mummers could be heard as the two mothers approached, yet each fighter’s heart was pounding so hard they couldn’t distinguish what was being said. All either could do was desperately try to ignore the persistent, pulsating pleasure drilling at their erogenous zones.


Both thought they had suffered all the pains and pleasures of being mirrors of one another, yet they now learned there was yet another reason for despair.


Four nipples and two clits were completely erect, as hard as daggers, yet since their bodies were so identical, and so perfectly aligned with no room to readjust, it was as if the two women were stabbing each other.


Bailey’s nipples were being viciously stabbed by Bella and Bella’s nipples were being brutally impaled by Bailey.


Compressed titflesh that shimmered with sweat swelled and shook as the pair attempted to shimmy out of their penetrative nipple-to-nipple war, yet, when one girl would shift slightly to the left, the other would shift slightly to the right, keeping their mountainous mammeries nailed together.


Glares were exchanged as silent blame for their predicament was thrown back and forth. Incensed by the mutual mortification, both forced their middle and ring fingers into the other’s mouth, ramming them down their rival’s throat in a sudden dose of punishment.


Bella and Bailey had no choice but to accommodate, each trying to relax her mouth and throat for the other’s sudden invasion, to prevent herself from gagging and alerting the other women just a few feet away.


Whilst their upper bodies were warring, their lower halves naturally weren’t spared. There was only room for so much ass in the narrow closet, and even one heavy behind would have been a tight fit, much less two.


Previously looking like two inverse-hearts, the dense assmeat was now squashed and crushed, each girl forced against the closet wall by the other’s presence. Barely protected by the thin bodysuit, vulvas rubbed and ground together, whilst clits bent under the other’s assault.


The barrage of painful, uncompromising pleasure caused the pair to tremble and twitch without end, soon ushering in another mutual and simultaneous climax. Fingers pinched noses and fingers were shoved down throats as the pair desperately gagged each other, only faint moans and the sound of cum hitting the floor could be heard.


After frantically listening for outside noise, however, Bailey and Bella realized the sound of talking had disappeared.


From entering the closet to succumbing to the pleasure, only less than 20 seconds had passed, and their mothers had passed through the walk-in wardrobe over to Bella’s room.


Desperate to escape the pair, staggered out the closer, panting for air. A dense scent bomb of fused sweat and cum exploded from their previous hiding spot, causing the two to exchange awkward glares as they gasped.


Yet before either of them could say a single word to blame each other for the many faults perceived in the last 20 seconds, the sound of returning footsteps shocked them once again.


In a panic, they had no choice but to force themselves back in, cooperating to shut the door behind them!


In an attempt to avoid what happened last time, the pair turned away from each other as they entered, meaning they were back to back. Yet this had even worse, and even more immediate results compared to before.


Their large tits were squashed forcefully against the wall, as were their knees, which forced their asses backward…directly into the other’s ass.


Sweaty asses stuck together before spreading themselves apart. Bare thighs aligned so perfectly it was impossible to tell where the divide between women lay. Neither woman could stop the guttural groan escaping her lips as wet cunts overlapped, pressing mercilessly together through their skimpy bodysuits.


““GUHHHHH…!❤❤❤””


No escape and trapped ass to ass, the pair violated and were violated in an intimate press against their mirror image.


Bailey’s ass was savagely fucked by her identical copy's.


Bella’s ass was brutally fucked by her perfect clone’s.


Both had declared that they would smash themselves together until one of them broke, yet neither had thought that the fight would be so desperate and so degenerate. Both had been stripped of their pride as the pair trapped themselves and each other in a mutually inflicted mutual rape.


Neither woman wanted to be spread apart and fucked from behind, yet they had no choice but to take it, as well as inflict it, forcing each other to climax once, then twice, then three times in rapid succession.


Any awareness of their situation disappeared from their minds as the tidal wave of pleasure rushed out from their crushed asses and kissing cunts, spreading up through their cores as well as down to their toes.


Jaws went slack, and twin bodies limp, yet, even without willing support, their bodies were stuck in position, held in place by the fat tits and thick asses they had always been so proud of.


Neither was conscious when the closet door was opened, and they were spat out onto the floor in a cum-soaked tangle. Bella and Bailey were finally exposed before the eyes of their mothers, still convulsing in a constant climax.


Yet whilst Abby Edwards, mother of Bailey, and Aria Allen, mother of Bella, exchanged a glance filled with conflicting emotions at the sight of their unconscious daughters, a second fight was unfolding…


A very different sort of ‘mirror match’ between the cheeky and sassy youngest daughters, Lily Edwards and Lola Allen…

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Chapter 2: Youngest Daughters


Neither Lily nor Lola cared if their mothers would hear the clap of soft thighs and wide hips or witness them slamming their hips together as they stormed out of the dining room. They had paid their lip service, literally, with their ‘make-up’ kiss and had now thrown their mothers’ opinions on the backs of their minds. That’s their privilege as the youngest children of their respective families, they’ve never had to worry about the things their elder sisters did.


Cheeky, wilful, and often able to get away with anything, Lily Edwards and Lola Allen had always been scamps, and even at 18 years old that didn’t change. Perhaps it is genetic law that a stern and serious first child is guaranteed to be followed by a slippery and bratty second child, as if there was one word that could be used to describe the 'pseudo-sisters' Lily and Lola, it’s ‘bratty’.


That said, their expressive eyes, sharp incisors, and button-like noses gave them a youthful and lively charm that would endear them to many and help counterbalance their slightly spoiled and pampered personalities. Small in stature, and often found in miniskirts and thigh-high socks, the pair possessed natural curves, just like their mothers and sisters, yet both lacked the drive to perform the countless squats to achieve a perfect bubble butt or plank all day long to get a toned tummy.


Yet, whilst Lola and Lily lacked the sharp aggressive sex appeal of their elder sisters, their natural features gave them a soft and cutesy sort of sexual charm. Simply put, Bailey and Bella were gorgeous, but wouldn’t have many serious pursuers, due to their beauty being so intimidating, whereas the beautiful and approachable Lily and Lola would have a line around the block of people wanting to shoot their shot.


That is, if they ever left the house.


The youngest daughter of both the Edwards and Allen families were rather severe recluses, neither enjoyed attending their stuffy private school or socializing, instead preferring to learn from home and indulge in their hobbies.


“Hmph, you still like anime then,” Lola huffed as the pair marched towards her bedroom. Her eyes flickered across Lily’s outfit. The miniskirt and thigh-high combination wasn’t exactly common dress outside the anime community, and especially not in their families’ usual social circle.


“I can see you do too,” Lily harrumphed in response, her eyes dragging across Lola’s clothes.


Neither was pleased to see the other wearing a matching outfit, but they weren’t as fashion obsessed as their sisters, so most of their attention went elsewhere.


“You still play FC4?” Lola asked as the pair began walking up the stairs in lockstep. The toes that were now carrying them towards Lola’s bedroom had previously been furiously rubbed together under the dining room table. Had one of them been wearing white socks, and the other black, both girls’ feet would have been dyed grey due to their constant foot fighting. Sadly, both had worn black, leaving only the residual heat and faint scent of sweat as evidence of their clash.


“I’ve been playing something else lately. How about you?” Lily replied, the sounds of their footsteps overlapping to such a degree that they would win any three-legged race with ease.


It wasn’t just awkward small talk, but rather important questions for the pair, as the duo spent their younger years playing FC4, a popular fighting game. They had clashed countless times in the game, exchanging wins and losses constantly. Gaming was a passion for both girls, and contrary to their careless demeanors, each took her passions seriously, both anime and gaming.


“I’ve found a new game too,” Lola casually replied, feeling her soft thigh beginning to stick to Lily’s.


“You haven’t been able to stomach it either?” Lily said. Her words seemed casual, yet an underlying tension was evident.


The same tension instantly spread to Lola, who felt her breathing hasten.


Their mothers had carelessly mentioned it just moments ago, but in truth, neither had ever brought up the event of four years ago. They had instead, as if by silent agreement, simply settled into a mutual aversion and dislike.


“Either?” Lola replied, catching on to the critical word. “You’re the same as me then, how funny.”


“Why would I want to play that stupid game,” Lily spat, “After you humiliated me like that in front of all those people-“


“You humiliated me! You ruined MY tournament!” Lola hissed furiously.


“It was MY tournament!” Lily countered venomously.


Both had released their linked arms and had wrapped them around the other’s waist. Each girl pulled on the other, grinding themselves together in an angry sideways hug. Breasts, waists, hips, and legs, from thighs to ankles were being squashed with painful force, then rubbed left and right, up and down, as if the pair were trying to give each other friction burns.


““Get off me!”” The duo hissed as their cheeks were smooshed together, their eyelashes intertwining as they glared into the other’s brown eyes.


““So fucking gross, always sticking to me,”” they complained, before adding, ““Always copying me too!””


In anger, both girls tried to step on the other foot, which ended in their feet rubbing together with even great force than before.


““Get your sweaty feet off me!”” They whinged in unison.


““I don’t want my socks smelling gross like yours!””


““Huh?””


““Yours are gross!””


“”No! Yours are!””


Not before rubbing their cheeks red-raw in their mutual frustration, the pair finally reached Lola’s bedroom, wincing slightly as they pulled themselves apart.


As they stepped inside, Lily looked around, noting that the room hadn’t changed much.


“So, what do you play now?” Lily asked, forcing herself to stop complaining.


“Hmph, I play a game called FF69. I doubt you’ve heard of it.” Lola said breezily, not paying the conversation much attention and simply allowing the previous topic to be dropped.


“Ha? Seriously you play FuckFight69? You dirty slut.” Lily spat scathingly, the harsh words flying from her mouth with incredible speed, much to Lola’s shock.


Lily’s words weren’t without reason. FuckFight69 was a fighting game, but as the name suggests, an incredibly erotic one. In this game, men and women of a thousand different varieties could fight battles filled with blood, sweat, and cum, though mostly sweat and cum.


Naturally, a game so pornography was rather niche, and by no means mainstream, hence why Lily’s quick response caused Lola to raise an eyebrow.


“Pah, stop pretending, you little bitch,” Lola spat, “Anyone else would have thought I meant a Final Fantasy game, the fact you knew I meant FuckFight means you're not as innocent as you're pretending to be. Let me guess, you play it too?”


Lily twitched at the accusation, confirming Lola’s guess.


“Yeah, I do, so what?” Lily huffed, “Saves you having to redownload FC4 so we can play that.” Saying that, Lily grabbed a cushion from the couch and placed it on the floor in front of the TV, replicating her old sitting position from back in the day.


“True. I’m looking forward to fucking you up.” Lola said with a scowl, throwing down a cushion for herself before walking over to set up the gaming console.


“I’ll be the one fucking you up,” Lily replied before gritting her teeth.


“Ha. Well, as our moms said, we can finally see who the better player is.”


“I’ve been waiting for the chance.”


“Oh, like I haven’t?”


As the duo said, both Lily and Lola had been waiting for a chance to settle old scores.


Back when they played FC4, when they were only 14 years old, the duo played together every day, either in Lola’s room or in Lily’s. But it was in these daily gaming sessions that a subtle contradiction formed between them.


At this time, both were still attending school, and neither had many friends despite their good looks, thanks to their introverted personalities. This meant that each treasured their friendship even more.


Lily was good at FC4, and she knew that Lola liked playing together.


So, Lily would tend to go easy on Lola to avoid hurting her feelings…


Yet, on the other side of the same coin…


Lola was good at FC4, and she knew that Lily liked playing together.


So, Lola would tend to go easy on Lily to avoid hurting her feelings…


Innocently enough, a subtle and unspoken contradiction had been formed between them, as well as a faint sense of casual superiority...


That year, the publisher of FC4 hosted an in-person gaming tournament, so both Lily and Lola registered, both unaware that the other was participating…


Many of the qualifying rounds were hosted online, and only when the top 32 were decided did the players convene in a real-life stadium. It was undoubtedly an attempt to garner interest in E-sports, but it worked, with the stadium packed full of spectators due to the successful hype campaign.


Lily continued to qualify…


Lola continued to qualify…


And eventually, the duo met in the finals! It was an incredibly awkward moment for the pair, considering that neither had told the other of their participation, and neither believed the other was anywhere near good enough to compete in such an event.


Further compounding the awkwardness, was that the pair were so identical in appearance, played the same character, and had also dressed up as said character for the competition!


The pair were incredibly cute, their outfits made with the help of their older sisters, but whilst they looked adorable, their internal thoughts were a chaotic mix of the sting of undermined superiority, embarrassment at being exposed after keeping a secret, anger at a betrayal and humiliation for wearing the same cosplay!


The most humiliating of all, however? The result of their match!


Rounds won: 0


Rounds lost: 0


Rounds drawn: 9


Nine double knockouts in a row!


A usual FC4 match was three rounds long, which was followed by a fourth round if the match was inconclusive. After what should have been the final match of the tournament ended with four DKOs, the host ran off stage to confer with the tournament planners.


It was decided that they would have a second match, sending cheers through the enthusiastic crowd. They were moved to different consoles and given different controllers…Just in case of foul play, only to end up with the same result, four more DKOs!


Both struggled to keep calm for the cameras as their faces were shown on the large stadium screens, as the host once again ran off, only to come back to declare there would be a definitive final round, a sudden death round which would be settled in a single hit!


The result was the ninth and final DKO of the tournament.


The crowd and PR department loved the image of two adorable twin-like champions, but both Lily and Lola felt their hearts go ice cold at the final result.


The drive home in the back of Aria’s car was very awkward, with their two moms constantly throwing salt in their wounds with their careless words.


When they got home, they blocked one another on Instant Messenger and deleted FC4 in a rage before trashing their rooms.


“Us looking like twins had never bothered me before,” Lola said icily, “but when I saw the two of us up on that screen, in our matching cosplays, I suddenly hated that we had the same face.”


“Trust me, the feeling is mutual,” Lily spat, gladly taking to the chance to finally talk about what had happened. “I know you cheated, nine DKOs is just ridiculous-“


“You’re the one who cheated,” Lola hissed, sitting down next to Lily in front of the TV. “Even more ridiculous than nine DKOs is that it was a mirror match from start to finish. How is that even possible without cheats?”


“It’s not, which is why you cheated,” Lily growled, picking up the controller from the floor.


“You cheated!”


“No, you cheated!”


““You cheated!””


““Stop copying me!!””


““You’re copying me!””


The pair of identical girls went round and round as they waited for the game to boot up, scooting closer and closer with every word until they were squashed up against each other once again.


The twintailed brunettes were sat on their knee atop their cushions, four small strips of soft white thigh shining slightly under the light of the TV.


““I’m gonna beat you!!”” They both claimed in unison, before pouting and turning towards the screen.


“What character do you play?” Lily asked, the question sending straight vibrations through Lola’s mouth since their cheeks were still squashed together.


“Ha, you tell me, and I’ll tell you,” Lola responded, sending the vibration back across Lily’s mouth.


Thick black eyelashes brushed against each other as the pair glared at their opponent, and both let out a ‘Hmph!’ in annoyance.


“I’ll tell you if you tell me,” Lily countered.


“Let’s just tell each other then. We count down from three?”


“Fine.”


““Three-!””


““Two-!””


““One-!””


Then… Silence.


““Oh, you sneaky little bitch!”” The pair explode in fury.


Controllers were dropped as they pounced at one another. Lily and Lola slammed together mid-pounce, causing the pair to drop to the floor on their sides. Round breasts squashed together as legs tangled together in knots. The curvaceous shortstacks rolled back and forth without end, both pinching the other’s waist and before going in for a furious yank of the hair.


““Ugh! Tell me already!!”” They cried out as they swung their legs in an attempted kick, attempts that just ended in their thigh-high covered feet clapping together.


““You are such a freak…always rubbing feet with me…!”” They panted in one voice, their faces beginning to grow red. Despite their words, however, neither pulled away, instead rubbing even harder, with enough force to rip their socks apart.


The duo continued to grunt and groan as they rubbed themselves together before they suddenly realized that their short skirts had rolled up, causing their panty-covered crotches to make contact.


““Tell me now, unless you’re a dirty lesbian!”” The busty and bratty girls commanded.


The words spoken in unison caused the pair to freeze before they looked awkwardly at one another.


“Then… at the same time…?”


“Yeah…for real this time…”


Both incredibly conscious of the strange tingling in their crotches, they quickly spat out the character they played.


““Lucy!!””


Twin groans echoed out as the pair realized they ‘mained’ the same character, and the girls immediately pried themselves apart.


Lucy was pretty much a video game version of Lily and Lola. A character who was short in stature but with plenty of curves, she was a girl who wore miniskirts and thigh-highs and attacked with a range of moves and styles.


Being a game about ‘fuck fighting’, the character was cocky, sassy, and a little bit slutty, and would torment her opponents mercilessly! She would frequently step on her opponent’s crotch upon victory, causing a spray of cum to explode out as she laughed sadistically!


“I’ve never played against a Lucy before, I wonder how pathetic she’ll look when I beat you.” Lola pondered out loud as the pair stood up and walked back over to the TV.


“I’ve never played against one either, so I guess I’ll get to see her cum her brains out when I beat you,” Lily said back as she sat back down on her cushion.


Lola sat down too, yet neither girl returned to her original position. Both instead sat practically on top of each other as they sat on their knees side-by-side.


“Lucy!"


"Lucy!”


The game announcer called out as the duo picked their characters.


““There can only be one winner!”” Said the two Lucys in unison, a mutual pre-game boast as both girls struck the same arrogant pose.


As the screen faded to black and the match began to load, only faint breathing could be heard, two sets of perky breasts rising and falling in anticipation of the long-awaited victory.


“I’m going to beat you like I should have done back then, Lily.”


“I’m going to beat you like I should have done back then, Lola.”


The pair bragged as the countdown began.


““Ready to lose?”” The Lucys said to one another, their voice lines playing in synchrony.


3…


2…


1…


START!


The match instantly exploded into a fever pitch!


With a waterfall as the backdrop and tropical birds flying overhead, legs lashed out in high kicks, collars were grabbed as faces slapped, scissor kicks shot out before colliding mid-air.


And yet, very quickly…


““Stop copying me!!””


Just as in the tournament four years ago, it was a perfect mirror match! The two Lucys would kick out simultaneously at the other’s swaying breasts, slap each other’s faces in perfect unison, and kick out at the enemy Lucy's crotch only to be crotch kicked in parallel.


The health bars decreased in synchrony, and when they reached 50%, the two Lucys began to shake and became covered in a layer of sweat!


At 30%, hot cum began to spill out of the Lucys’ crotches coating the floor of the arena!


The Lucys at this final juncture were just two trembling cum-soaked wrecks. It was painful for the rivals to see characters who looked just like them being reduced to such a state, but adding insult to injury was a feature of the game neither had known even existed!


When their characters reached 20% health, their simultaneous attacks had a unique animation!


Say each Lucy used a slap attack at the same time:


Above 20% health, the game would simply play the two slap animations simultaneously, and each combatant would take damage.


Below 20% health though?


The same slap moves may result in the battered and bruised Lucys slipping on the cum-soaked ground, causing their faces to smash together! Their noses might be upturned against each other, and their lips rammed together in an accidental kiss, prompting the two fighters to spray out cum and collapse to the floor. They would then lie in a tangled heap before climbing to their feet again!


Similar ridiculous and humiliating effects would play for each simultaneous strike, only adding to the embarrassment each girl felt watching their avatars strike each other again and again!


At 15%, their mid-air kicks missed, causing the two Lucys to slam together cunt-to-cunt in a sudden scissor!


““I’m not going to lose!”” Lily and Lola cried out, faces flushed bright red at their avatars' humiliation. Yet the embarrassment continued!


At 10%, the Lucy’s slipped into an accidental 69, and the game displayed in great detail how a gush of cum sprayed down the identical fighters’ throats.


““I can still win!!”” Lola and Lily spluttered as both leaned forward in desperation causing their cheeks to squash together.


At 5%, the Lucys smashed together in a frontal collision, causing their nipples to get stuck together! The animation of the two girls struggling to pull themselves apart, their tits stretching out before they were snapped back together, replayed a total of three times. Each repetition took great care in showing how embarrassed yet pleasured the two Lucys were. When at last the Lucys managed to separate, they fell onto their back and showered each other with cum and breast cum.


““STOP!”” – At 3%, the Lucys spanked each other again and again, twitching and convulsing under each simultaneous strike, before collapsing into a throbbing pile!


““COPYING!!”” – At 2%, the Lucys slammed together ass to ass, their faces contorted in endless humiliation only to instantly replaced by highly detailed orgasm faces!


““ME!!!”” – 1%, the Lucys fell into each other’s arms again, both girls lost in their accidental kiss for 5 whole seconds before they finally managed to pull their tongues out of each other's mouth!


““DIE!!!”” Lily and Lola cried out furiously, both praying that their attacks would hit first!


Both were disappointed, however, as once again, the two Lucys struck simultaneously!


Lola and Lily watched in shell-shocked silence as they watched the results screen. On it, the two Lucys were lying on their backs, naked except for their black thigh-high socks. Each Lucy had hearts in her eyes and they were frantically stomping on the other Lucy's crotch, sending cum gushing out all over the screen!


“DOUBLE K.O.!” The announcer said.


The girls just sat in silence, their mouths open in shock and their faces flushed red at the obscenity on display.


Both Lily and Lola found themselves panting, their bodies suddenly feeling unbearably hot. At some point during the match the duo had become conscious of the fact that they were pressed together, and now following that insanely lewd tail end of the match, the contact between their identical bodies felt electrifying. Neither wanted to be the first to move, however, as such an act would make them seem afraid, so both just sat there trying to calm the boiling, bubbling sensations in their lower navels.


“Well…” Lola said, trying to break the silence.


“Yeah, so…” Lily said, not quite sure how to react.


...


......


“That was just a one-off match, how about we do a best of three?”


“Fine!”


““Are you playing Lucy again?”” They asked in unison. Neither responded with words, instead shooting each other a look that sent shivers down their spines and caused their crotches to throb restlessly.


Each squeezed their thighs together, and then the second match began.


As a second mirror match unfolded, the duo was forced to suffer through the embarrassment of the 20% simultaneous strike zone once again. To the chorus of hot and heavy breathing, the second match ended with a final animation of the two Lucys crawling together on all fours, the identical duo bound together by collars around their necks. Following this post-match animation, they had become each other’s sex slaves.


“DOUBLE K.O!” The announcer shouted.


The third game played out similarly, only this time, the match ended with the Lucys tumbling together down a hole in the cavern-based fighting arena. The ‘Double K.O.’ announcement rang out to the sight of two furious and unwilling Lucys stuck together in an eternal 69.


The fourth and final game ended with an animation of the two Lucys pressing together in a deep scissor lock. Their cunts had swallowed each other to the point the two fighters looked conjoined.


Just when Lily and Lola were about to click off the screen, the game played a cutesy, 2D-pop-up style animation, overlayed on two of the still-scissoring Lucys.


It almost resembled a shared speech bubble, one that would be used to demonstrate two speakers saying the same thing. Rather than their wailing mouths, however, the bubble pointed to the wombs of the climaxing combatants.


Within the bubble, an animation of two egg-cells colliding and merging together played. The conjoined egg then split apart, each ovum returning to a womb.


Lily and Lola were dumbstruck when they realised that the two Lucys had somehow just impregnated one another. Naturally, it was another double knockout.


“”FUCK!”” Lily and Lola cried out as their series of matches ended, neither happy with the result.


They had set out wanting to prove they were the better player, yet all they had achieved was becoming each other’s sex slaves, becoming trapped in an eternal 69, and impregnating each other.


Somehow, these results seemed even more embarrassing than just losing!


“Whoever designed all these stupid endings-” Spat Lily, her face bright red.


“And those super gross simultaneous strikes-!” Added Lola, her cheeks a matching shade.


““Is a fucking PERVERT!!”” They screeched in flustered synchrony!


““FUCK!”” They moaned, before a second surge of mutual embarrassment flooded through them, the defeated duo wailing-


““Since when… CAN GIRLS GET EACH OTHER PREGNANT?!?!””


Their identical bodies were coated in a layer of sweat, their black thigh-high socks felt sticky and stuffy, and both could feel an uncomfortable dampness under their skirts.


“…Urgh… It’s so hot,” Lola complained, flapping her shirt in an attempt to cool down.


“Yeah…that’s why we weren’t playing our best…” Lily chimed in, matching the other girl’s movements. “Also, unlike the tournament, we’re lacking stakes, that's why we keep messing up and getting those shitty double knockouts.”


“Let’s… set some stakes then,” Lola said, “Whoever loses... has to strip...!”


“Fine by me. We’ve got shirts, skirts, bras, socks, and panties. Five things for you to lose, so five rounds?” Lily suggested.


“Sounds good. Prepare to be left buck naked.”


“Ha, you’re the one who’ll end up naked.”


Exchanging a goading glare, the duo readjusted slightly, moving their legs so that they could sit on their knees more comfortably. This brought their feet, resting under their soft asses, into gentle contact. Both girls raised an eyebrow and glanced at one another, yet neither pulled away.


Soon enough, the first of five games had loaded, the arena an ominous underground laboratory.


Crotches were kicked, tits punched, faces slapped and hips bumped until very quickly, the two health bars at the top of the screen reached 20%. At this point, the fight became a series of ridiculous mutual humiliations the two Lucys seemed determined to subject themselves to.


Once the match had ended in a bitter draw, the corresponding animation played, showing the two Lucy tripping each other's feet and into a strange device. As the pair cried out in protest, their bodies were forcefully merged, their left and right sides melting together until the two sides were perfectly aligned and the merging process was complete. Only one Lucy remained on screen, half 'Lily' and half 'Lola'. The newly formed girl began masturbating furiously with both hands, seemingly addicted to her own body


““Shit… shirts!”” They both ordered as Lucy continued to finger herself, the girl's eyes rolling back as both sides of her body twitched in unison. The duo obediently stripped, both throwing their shirt over to the other girl, where each began a collection of spoils.


Neither could resist glancing at the other. Brown eyes flickered across pale white skin, looking down past slim shoulder to a bugling chest, still wrapped in a white bra, and then further down to a tight waist and soft-looking stomach.


““Stop staring!”” They spat in unison, snapping out of their dazes in perfect synchrony.


Both unresigned to their loss on the laboratory map, they decided to play it again, only to end up with the same result. This time, however, the double knockout animation on the results screen was different. The Lucys fell into a vat of transparent liquid and were stuck together from head to toe. It looked as though Lucy had pressed herself up against a mirror, only to get stuck. The duos' noses, mouths, tits, hands, feet, pussies, and asses were all glued together, and all either Lucy could do was moan helplessly, unable to separate despite their best attempts.


““Ugh…Skirts!””


The pair rose to their feet and turned away from each other before unclipping their skirts. It was only after they had sat back down, with their thighs firmly pressed together, that they handed over their skirts. Contrary to their personality of always asking for trouble, neither commented on the other’s strangely shy manner of undressing.


Each believing that the third time's the charm, they gave the lab map another go... and once again finished with a double knockout animation.


The two Lucys, in a frantic, cum-soaked fury, drank a vial of blue and red fluids respectively. The animation then showed the one Lucy becoming a red slime version of herself, and the other Lucy becoming a blue slime version of herself. The red Lucy threw herself at the blue Lucy, just as the blue Lucy threw herself at the red Lucy.


The pair, in their new liquid forms, attempt to absorb the other, only for their bodies to very quickly merge into one. Red and blue feet soon mixed into a purple hue, and the rest of their bodies followed suit until all that was left was two cunts and two heads, identical in every way except color. Hesitation was clearly on the faces of the two Lucys, but as soon as each girl saw the other's fear, they decisively slammed both sets of lips together. The red and blue Lucys instantly consumed one another, melting into a new purple Lucy.


Naturally, it was a double knockout.


This ending shocked the pair into a daze, however, as both fell silent for a few seconds after, neither remembered to command the other to strip. Their eyes glazed over, the pair twitched a few times, and it was only after their toes clenched together that they came back to themselves.


““Ha...Haa…bra…”” The pair panted in one gasping voice. White bras were added to their trophy pile, causing the pair to stare at their rival’s perky tits for a few seconds, only to snap out of it when the next match began.


They didn’t choose the laboratory map this time, as if afraid of any other perverse endings it may contain.


A mansion map was selected, and the fight commenced.


The fourth draw in a row soon followed. Lily and Lola thought that they had seen every possible simultaneous strike animation after having played so many games, yet this mansion map featured a few dozen mutual attacks involving toys. Throughout the fight, the two Lucys used whips, vibrators, dildos, double-ended dildos, gags, and all sorts of bondage equipment. Naturally, when the Lucys dropped below 20% HP, the humiliation reached new highs too.


The end screen featured each Lucy being helplessly bound in bondage. Each girl was commanding a group of maids to subject their duplicate to increasingly perverse forms of sexual torture, as it was a double knockout, it was only natural that both Lucys were being tormented simultaneously.


““Fuck…”” Two moans escaped the lips of the pseudo-twins.


“Even if it means getting mixed and merged together… they refuse to stop fighting…” Lily panted, her fingers inching towards her crotch as her eyes remained glued to the screen.


“Refusing to stop torturing each other, even if it means getting tortured in return…” Lola gasped, her fingers brushing past her inner thighs on their way to her crotch.


""So...hot..."" The 'twins' whispered, their mouths loose and faces flushed beet red. Yet following these two words, it was as if they had been struck by lightning, the pair suddenly shot to their feet, turning away from each other once again.


““S-Socks…!”” They called out, both girls sounding completely flustered. After struggling to pull off their sweaty thigh highs, the pair passed up the opportunity to check each other out. Instead, both quickly returning to their knees, with their thighs desperately clenched together.


Socks were added to the pile as the humid scent of sweet sweat flowed between them. Both girls were a sticky, hot mess, but both had other things on their minds.


Both Lily and Lola, absolutely, could NOT lose this match! No matter what!


Trails of sweat ran down their asses before rolling onto their clenched toes. Exchanging nervous yet determined looks, the pair decided on a relatively neutral map, one without strange gimmicks. A fashion show runway.


The Lucys exchanged mid-air blows and spun as cartwheel kicks battered their opponent’s health bar. Soft asses were flashed as the Lucys jumped and bounced around the arena, pointlessly blocking one moment only to trade tight slaps the next.


Soon enough, the dreaded 20% threshold was reached, causing the battle to turn into a degenerate fight between two hypersensitive sluts.


The arena floor was splattered with cum as the Lucys staggered and stumbled around, knocking each other to the ground, forcing themselves to their feet, only to instantly collapse into a climaxing tangle of limbs.


Lola and Lily could only whimper in despair as the Lucys knocked each other out for the umpteenth time. Despite their absolute disappointment, their eyes remained glued to the screen, both girls eager to see the next act of mutual denigration, acted out by their avatars, and lookalikes.


It… wasn’t as fantastical as getting merged together in a sci-fi machine, nor was it as degenerate as becoming each other’s sex slaves, and it wasn’t as bitterly ironic as getting trapped in a pit together.


It was perverse… in an intimate and realistic way.


Perhaps fitting for an arena set in a fashion, the duo kicked off their matching panties… and, then stepped into the other Lucy's pair. Each Lucy then forcefully pulled her panties up to the other Lucy's awaiting cunt. Both Lucys collapsed against the other, convulsing helplessly as they wore their identical clone’s cum-stained panties.


Lily and Lola were dumbfounded watching this, neither even registering the ‘double knockout’ announcement.


Suddenly, two moans ripped out of the duo's identical lips. Hands shot to mouths in an attempt to prevent it, yet it had already happened.


Lily turned to look at Lola.


Lola turned to look at Lily.


Whether it was the flushed, euphoric face that was identical to their own that gave it away, or the twitching and spasming of the beauty in front of them, or maybe the discolored, cum-soaked cushion under the other girl, it was obvious to both of them.


They’d just climaxed.


Watching the Lucys, who were identical to the two of them, fuck each other senseless during the last nine fights, ending up in a variety of humiliating situations due to their inability to defeat each other... had pushed them to the brink.


And then watching the Lucys swap cum-soaked panties right when they, in the real world, had to strip and had over their panties… Caused them to cum.


The identical girls simply stared into each other’s brown eyes, their hot breaths colliding between their lips as their brains raced with a thousand different thoughts.


Then suddenly, both Lily and Lucy rose to their feet, their legs still trembling from the hands-free climax.


Both grabbed their panties and began slowly pulling them down. Each girl’s gaze was locked to her rival’s crotch, and both felt a throb of hot excitement within them when they saw thick strands of girl-cum stretching between steamy, soaked slits and the drenched panties.


The panties hit the ground, and they stepped out of them, before kicking their pair over to the other's pile.


They then stepped into contact, their naked bodies brushing gently together. Sensitive tits caressed the opposing pair whilst hard, red nipples pressed into each other. Soft stomachs grazed one another as slippery smooth crotches, devoid of even a single hair, got teasingly close, yet weren’t allowed to touch.


“How many matches was that? Nine total?” Lola questioned softly.


“Yeah, nine,” Lily whispered back. “Nine DKOs. And I don’t accept a single one of them.”


“I don’t either. I want to keep going, even further. With higher stakes.” Lola admitted.


“Me too. Our Lucys came countless times, there’s no way we can end it after a single orgasm.” Lily agreed.


“We need to be punished harder for our failures,” Lola said softly. “How can we give it our all if all we have to do is strip?”


Both girls moved in synchrony, bringing their pounding crotches together. Shivers ran down their spines on contact, followed by moans that couldn’t be held back.


“The Lucys become each other’s sex slaves-” Lily purred.


“The Lucys got trapped in an eternal 69-” Lola hummed.


““Every ending they get from now on,”” They whispered in unison, dragging their aching crotches together, ““We have to copy.””


Both girls shuddered at their words, a sense of sick perversion filling them.


““Haa…You’re so gross… You little slut…”” They spat in one voice.


Their bodies trembling in anticipation of the things they would have to do to each other. The acts of humiliation they would have to perform on each other and have performed on them by their worst enemy and biggest rival.


Lily's eyes suddenly flashed with a twisted glint.


“We’re not playing on your console anymore though,” she suddenly declared, “I think…your cheating…”


“Ha…Of course…” Lola tutted, “We are going over to your room then?”


“Naturally, so just give me back my clothes,” Lily said, her tone bratty and commanding, yet still dripping with erotic desire.


“You give me back mine first,” Lola countered, her words no less bossy, yet possessing with a teasing, tempting hum of their own.


They exchanged disdainful glares, scorn dripping from their eyes.


Lily knew that Lola would never agree to her request, just as Lola knew Lily would never agree to hers.


““Oh dear,”” They groaned teasingly, ““If you’re not giving my clothes back, I guess I’ll have to wear yours…””


Eyes flashing with excitement, the duo bent down and began putting on the other’s clothes. The bra first, followed by the shirt and then the mini skirt.


Then they both stared daringly at one another.


““Urgh, I can’t believe I have to put on your gross…disgusting socks…”” Both spat, as they began to pull them onto their soft legs. Despite their harsh words, their faces were anything but disgusted. Both girls were flushed bright red, their eyes hazy with delirious desire.


Their breathing grew heavier and heavier, and their bodies started to twitch uncontrollably as each girl felt her legs being coated in the other’s hot, fragrant sweat.


““You’re…so…gross…❤”” They moaned in synchrony. Both Lily and Lola tipped forward under the perverse pleasure, having to hold hands to stay standing.


Staring deeply into each other’s eyes, the identical duo twitched and trembled against each other until they could release their hands.


The perverse pair then pulled the panties up to their thighs, only to stop just shy of actually wearing them.


The mirror fighters, Lily and Lola turned to face the TV screen. Neither of them had touched their controllers since the result, so the panty swap animation was still playing. The two Lucy had put on each other’s panties only to descend into a never-ending climax. Their tongues were outstretched, pressing against each other and their noses were upturned in a mutual humiliation. Despite that, both Lucys had hearts in their eyes, and it could be seen that their cunts were leaking an endless torrent of cum. Until either Lily or Lola pressed a button, prompting the next match to load, it truly would be endless.


““What do you think?”” The ‘twins’ whispered, no different from devils perched on each other's shoulders. ““Do you think we’re going end up like them?””


““Are we going to knock each other out?””


““Are we going to melt into each other? Have hearts in our eyes?””


““Or maybe, we’ll see who is better once and for all…?””


““What do you think?”” They questioned one another as they reached down for their panties, the pair worn by the opposite girl.


““Tell me honestly,”” They commanded, ““Or I won’t pull them up.””


Twin hearts throbbed in unison at their mutual commands and both knew these were the final moments of calm before the storm.


Their practically linked brains were melting under the roaring flames of desire burning in their crotches. At this moment, this critical junction, neither girl could muster any energy for deceit or pretence, no intention to bluff of lie even crossing their minds.


The panties just inches away from their pulsing pussies had smashed apart their defenses, whilst the other’s domineering words were like a cupid’s arrow piercing their hearts.


At this moment, Lola and Lily were nothing but beasts in heat, they would say anything and degrade themselves before the other in any way if it would give them the pleasure they desperately needed.


““I think…-”” Lily and Lola began, both taking the initiative to squash their noses together into pig snouts as they did so,


““That we’ll…-”” Lola and Lily continued, stretching out their tongues and pressing them together in perfect alignment,


““Both…””


““LOSE…!❤”” The identical girls confessed together. At their shared admission that dripped with desperate need, both yanked their pair of panties up onto their rival’s crotch.


And true to their words…


““MMMNNHHHHHH!!?!?!?❤❤❤”” The duo descended into an instantaneous orgasm, their pussies exploding with torrents of boiling female ejaculate in perfect synchrony.


Another double knockout, only this time, it was Lily and Lola rather than the two Lucys.

*

Once their cum had blended together into a frothy mix between their toes, the pair finally returned to reality following their orgasm-inducing mutual punishment.


““Hnnggg…❤”” They moaned into one another’s open mouth, before pulling their outstretched tongues apart.


Descending from their previous high, the duo began to mentally recoil at their admissions, cringing at their shared display of mutual obscenity.


“Well, we said we’d both lose, and we did,” Lily groaned, speaking to distract herself from her shame.


“We lost instantly too,” Lola added, hoping that airing the embarrassment would help diffuse it.


“How embarrassing-” Lily spat.


“How humiliating-” Lola hissed.


The two spoke in unison, each appearing greatly offended by the series of events, though anyone who had witnessed the pair climaxing to their act of perversion wouldn’t believe that they found it embarrassing or humiliating in the slightest, at least not at the time.


““You filled my panties with cum in a split second,”” They taunted as they began to circle one another, rubbing their bodies together as they did so. Neither could resist the urge to embarrass the other, even if it was obvious that the other would do the same to them.


Legs, wrapped up in each other’s sweat-soaked socks coiled together like snakes, as the duo, each lifting the sides of her miniskirt slightly, bumped their identical asses into one another in a teasing manner.


“Let’s go fight again,” Lola said longingly, “I’m going to beat you this time,”


“I’m going to beat you,” Lily replied, “There’s no way I’m getting off with you again!”


“There’s no way I’m climaxing with you again!” Lola spat back.


“We made that stupid deal, but there’s no way we are going to get anymore DKOs,” Lola grimaced.


“Yeah, no way!” Lily agreed. “We were crazy turned on when we said that, so we're thinking straight!”


““No more DKOs and no more cumming at the same time, it’s so fucking gross!”” The duo hissed, each looking completely furious.


Yet, despite their 'fury', the duo only separated after bumping their asses a few more times, listening to the wet splats of their cum-soaked panties sticking together.


Something else to note was that whilst they were 'furious' and found it 'gross' to cum at the same time... neither attempted to void their plans to engage in further mutual punishment...


The girls charged out of Lola’s room, making their way back down the regal staircase of the Allens' half of their house(s). They passed through the shared dining room, where they saw their mothers re-entering from the Edwards’ side of the room.


““Hi girls!”” Their buxom mothers called out in high-pitched tones, ““How is your gaming going? Have you managed to decide who the best is yet?””


Both girls felt their pussies twitch at the question, which distracted them from asking a few questions that had just sprung to mind.


Namely: why did their mothers seemed so flushed, with strands of sweaty hair stuck to their faces?


Another question that was immediately forgotten: Why did their mothers' large breasts seem even larger and somehow... more full...than usual?


Their thoughts were smashed away from these critical and potentially reality over-turning questions, as the girls were refocused on their predicament.


They had stormed out of this room determined to beat each other once and for all, only for their choice of game, and repeated double knockouts, to whip them into a mutually humiliating hyper-sensitive sexual frenzy.


Leaning into one another so that their cheeks squashed together and interlocking their outside hands, the pair cried out,


““No, mom, all we did was lose non-stop.”” They answered, whilst grinding their bodies together. Their spare, inside hands, reached around and started clawing at each other’s ass, gripping handfuls of assmeat, slick with sweat and girl-cum.


Lily and Lola lost their breath under the other’s merciless assault, both had to try desperately to contain their moans yet neither was willing to stop their dangerous game of chicken first.


“What, you took turns beating each other’s ass?” Abby, Lily’s mother, asked jokingly, her beautiful face breaking out into a strange smile.


“Of course not, they beat each other’s ass at the same time,” Aria, Lola’s mother quipped, her face matching Abby’s grin.


Neither Lily nor Lola had the breathing room to wonder why their mothers' smiles seemed different from usual, nor wonder where their usual strictness on using crude language had gone.


““Yeah…that’s…exactly…right…!❤”� �� The identical girls squeaked out through ragged breaths. ““All we did… was beat each otherrr-?!?!!❤❤❤””


Their words reached barely audible pitch by the end of their shared sentence, their fingers had begun tracing lines along their soaked slits, whilst the rest of their hands ruthlessly squeezed on whatever ass cheek they could hold on to.


Exchanging a sultry look, Aria and Abby turned away from the girls, saying in one voice,


““Okay girls, well you two have fun trying to... settle it. We’ll come up and check on you two later... okay?””


Mumbling in agreement, the duo staggered out of the room, both simultaneously trying to escape the other’s perverted hand whilst also attempting to continue their own attack.


““Haaaa…! You… bitch…!”” They groaned in unison as they began to walk up the stairs in lockstep. The sounds of wet vaginal folds spreading apart could be heard from the two crotches as they marched towards Lily’s room, neither able to hide their obvious excitement from the other.


“How do you expect to beat me… when you’re so obviously… in heat…?” Lola moaned through hot breaths.


“You’re the one in heat… you sound so desperate to get fucked right now…I think you’re going to throw the match…” Lily panted in response.


“You’re like Lucy…when she hits 30%...” Lola spat, “Leaking all over the floor…!”


“It’s you…who’s leaving… the snail trail….!” Lily hissed back.


The pair slammed themselves together with a wet splat, prompting both to squeal uncontrollably.


““Hhhnng…! I’m practically bathing…in your sweat…❤”” They complained as their legs pressed together, rubbing up and down. ““My whole body…is gonna… stink of youuu…❤””


The sense of mutual contamination sent shivers down their spines and caused their twats to twitch excitedly.


““Ughh…Your cum’s sticking to my pussy…so…gross…❤”” The identical girls moaned in unison, each batting her eyes at the other as they did so.


““Being pressed together like this... I really... hate itttt...❤”” Lily and Lola groaned as they reached the top of the stairs, interlocking their fingers as they did so.


““I try to get ahead of you… But everything I do…seems to go wrong…!❤”” As Lola and Lily complained, each girl reached down to give the other an unexpected wedgie. Lily’s panties, soaked in squirt, were squished into Lola’s twitching twat just as Lola’s panties, drenched in cum, were squashed into Lily’s spasming slit.


““SEE!?!?❤❤❤”” The mirror images shrieked as their words were proven right, their twin bodies flailing under the sudden pleasure.


““This…is…ridiculous…!❤”” The duo panted as they stumbled and staggered into Lily’s room, tripping over each other’s and leaving a trail of sticky pre-cum the entire way.


As Lola collapsed onto a cushion in front of the TV, and Lily fumbled to try on the game console, they each let out ragged exhalations.


““I’m gonna... beat your ass... slut!❤”” Both claimed in unison. An exchange of smoking hot looks filled with delirious desire mixed with a tinge of embarrassment made clear that neither girl had forgotten that they used those words when talking to their moms.


“I can tell you’re about to blow your load right into my panties…Again!” Lola hissed; her soft body flushed red like it had just been boiled.


“I can tell you’re about to stink up my panties with your disgusting squirt… Again!” Lily spat back, her curvy frame no less red.


The pair sat side-by-side on their knees and began squashing themselves together once again. Same-sized feet damp with shared sweat pressed against one another, and legs covered by black thigh-high socks were perfectly aligned. Wide hips ate into each other, and their soft yet perky breasts, the right, and left breasts, respectively, were squished together in the narrow space between bodies. Finally, the pair ground their soft cheeks together, as though trying to express their mutual frustration.


Maintaining their body-to-body contact, they once again selected their characters.


“Lucy!”


“Lucy!”


The announcer stated solemnly.


“How about we dress them up?” Lily suggested, her breath hot. “I want to see YOUR Lucy dressed up in a slutty bunny suit when MY Lucy fucks her senseless.”


“Fine by me,” Lola replied, her breath mingling with Lily’s in the inch of space between their lips. “I want to see YOUR Lucy with cat ears and a tail buttplug, forced to become MY Lucy’s pet.”


Their breathing hastened at their mutual taunts, sending two beads of sweat rolling down their faces before merging between their squashed cheeks.


The Lucy’s twisted and turned in perfect synchrony on the screen as they flicked through different outfits. After much deliberation, the duo settled on matching bunny-girl bodysuits.


The tight bodysuits held their twin asses and identical cunts in a tight pinch, whilst their busty breasts seemed on the verge of spilling out. Neither character wore shoes, which showed off their cute toes and smooth legs wrapped in fishnets.


Small pompom-like tails could be found just above their juicy asses, and each girl had cute bunny ears.


““Haa…Fuck…!”” The pair groan, their bodies twitching at the sight of the two Lucys. Each liked to play the character ‘Lucy’ because she looked similar to them, whereas Lola and Lily were identical to each other. It was this similarity between the characters and themselves that caused their wombs to pound in excitement as they watched the Lucys fuck each other senseless.


“We should buy some outfits and dress up next time we play,” suggested Lola, her eyes glued to the screen.


“Absolutely,” agreed Lily, “Just thinking about it makes me…”


Both girls shuddered at her words, their bodies convulsing in unison.


Lily and Lola shared a fiery glance, before focusing their attention on the game.


Neither had ever ended a match with a double knockout before today, so they were still trying to decipher how the game decided which animation to play on the result screen.


Over the course of their matches, they had watched the two Lucys sadistically crotch-stomp each other, become mutual sex slaves, get trapped in a never-ending 69, and then suffer an ovum collision and somehow impregnate each other.


The Lucys had command maids to subject the other to BDSM torture, swapped panties, and had an array of bizarre double knockouts in the underground laboratory.


Whilst the mutual of every mutual defeat sent shivers of perverse joy down their spines and up their cunts, they had now agreed that they would have to subject themselves to the same fates as their videogame lookalikes. Since they couldn’t fuse themselves together in a sci-fi machine, nor could they knock each other up just by kissing cunts and climaxing at the same time, they needed to trigger more ‘down-to-earth’ ending animations.


The jungle map had a waterfall, and various tropical features, but the DKO resulted in the Lucys stomping each other's crotch.


The cavern arena was filled with hazardous terrain, and the DKO resulted in the Lucys falling down a hole and getting wedged into an eternal 69.


The mansion map had maids cleaning as part of the background, and the DKO resulted in the Lucys using the maids to punish each other.


Whilst, finally, the underground lab arena was packed full of strange devices, and the DKOs resulted in the Lucys using the various devices on one another.


Mumbling to another, the duo pooled their knowledge to piece together a basic understanding of how the double knockout animations worked.


Some animations were arena-dependent, and others belonged to a more generic pool.


The 'red and blue slime ending' was one example of an arena-dependent animation. Lily and Lola theorized that it could only play after a DKO on the underground lab map and would likely never play on any other map, such as the fashion runway. The 'eternal 69 ending' would likely only play on stages with hazardous terrain and unstable footing, so whilst it was more generalized than the 'red and blue slime ending', it wouldn't appear in the mansion setting.


As much as the thought of reenacting these more fantastical punishments secretly excited them, the limitations of real life forced them to rule out these stages, as well as others that seemed gimmicky.


““If only FF69 had VR capsule support…”” The pair sighed together. A VR capsule was a pod the length and width of a single bed, and it would allow the user to experience a game with all five senses and control their character with their mind!


Whilst crossing their fingers and praying that the developers somehow made their shared dream a reality, they continued looking through the maps, eliminating them and approving them one by one.


Continuing the analysis, they believed that ending animations such as the mutual crotch-stomps, mutual impregnation, and becoming each other’s sex slaves were more generalized, and could play on any map if no arena-exclusive endings were 'triggered'. For example, perhaps on the jungle waterfall map, there was an ending in which the Lucys get washed away by a surge of water.


Naturally, having played less than a dozen matches together, there were still gaps in their knowledge. Questions about the jungle map aside, neither girl was sure if the panty-swap ending belonged in the general pool of DKOs or the arena exclusive pool.


““Too bad we’ll never find out, we’ll never DKO ever again…”” The twintailed brunettes sighed in unison, before baring their sharp fangs at one another.


““Hmph, you think you’re going to beat me?”” The duo harrumphed haughtily, before hissing, ““There’s no way we DKO again… just no way!""


Twintails swished through the air as they turned their heads and puffed out their cheeks, only to swish again as they faced one another for a few more words.


""But… if we do fuck each other into another DKO… I’m to bully you so hard during our punishment…!””


Twats twitched in tandem that their contradictory mutual threats, and without the pair realizing, their mouths had twisted into aroused smiles.


““Let’s try our best not to lose then…❤”” The identical shortstacks purred, each blowing hot air into the other’s wet mouth.


The matched loaded, and the chosen arena was relatively basic, being set in a hotel room with a large double bed. A moment later, the countdown had already ended, and the match began!


The Lucys, dressed in bunny-girl outfits, collided in a tornado of kicks, slaps, and body-to-body blows! Fishnet tights crossed mid-air, knocking a few percent off their health bars, which quickly dropped by a few more when their cartwheel kicks connected simultaneously. The fighters grappled with one another relentlessly, as their health bars plummeted as though in a race to the bottom!


The matching outfits were worn down by the repeated simultaneous strikes and the bunny-girl bodysuits now looked as though they had been sliced by swords! Both Lucys were showing off strips of pale torso and underboob, whereas their fishnets were littered with holes, exposing tender thighs.


Even worn and torn, the fighters still looked identical, however. Lily’s Lucy had a hole in her fishnets on her right thigh, whereas Lola’s Lucy had a hole in her fishnets on her left thigh. This is because the outfit degradation was tied to the rapidly dropping health bars, the health bars that seemed set on moving in lockstep.


Following their inputs, the Lucys lashed out with cruel kicks, their feet colliding between them! Their simultaneous attacks were followed by two streams of cum shooting out from their opposed crotches, as both fighters had just hit 30% health!


““Urgh…!”” The duo groaned as their characters climaxed.


“They’re so useless, cumming just from that!” Lily spat as she leaned forward towards the TV, her fingers dancing across the controller.


“You’re telling me,” Lola huffed in response, matching Lily’s anxious posture. “If we were in the game, or even doing this in real life, there’s no way we’d be in such a state!”


““Shit…!”” They cursed, as the Lucys hit 20%! ““These stupid sluts! I bet they don’t even want to win!””


Despite blaming their virtual characters for their own poor performance, the bratty brunettes still weren't done shirking their responsibility.


““You were watching my controller! You cheater!”” The pair accused in unison, before slamming themselves together in frustration. A move that caused their controllers to clatter to the floor as a wet slap echoed around the room.


““STOP IT!”” They yelled angrily, equally red in the face. Both jumped to their feet, hands on hips, as their eyes locked together in a baleful staredown.


“If sitting side-by-side is too much of a temptation for you, then let’s change it up!” Lola yelled furiously.


“Let’s do it then!” Lily bellowed back.


The duo slammed themselves back onto their cushions, but this time facing each other, rather than the TV screen.


““Look what you’re making me do, you dirty cheater!”” The two brunettes blamed as they spread their legs. With the thigh-high cover legs out the way, the pair then scooted closer together. Left legs passed over right legs as the ‘twin’ girls crossed their legs around the other’s waist.


Thighs were ground together, sending an electrifying tingling sensation across the four limbs, as each girl locked her feet under the other’s ass. They then picked up their controllers and held them behind their opponent’s back, keeping them out of sight. This meant the two had to lean forward, causing their faces to squash into each other.


The tips of their noses bending against each other, each girl had a direct line of sight into the other’s brown eyes.


““Look what I have to do to stop you cheating…”” Lily and Lola purred in unison, their voices now soft, suddenly devoid of the previous anger.


““Having to sit like this…so gross…”” Lola and Lily whispered, both tightening their legs as they did so. This caused twin squeals to escape their dangerously close mouths, as the pair of twintailed brunettes felt their legs rub against one another.


Lily was still wearing Lola’s thigh-high socks, which had left her feeling incredibly sensitive to the other girl.



Likewise...


Lola was still wearing Lily’s thigh-high socks, which had left her feeling incredibly vulnerable to the other girl.


The thought of their legs being soaked in their rival’s scent and sweat was a stimulus that wouldn’t leave their hyper-sensitive bodies alone.


Another fact that was driving them insane, was how close their drenched cunts now were. Their mini-skirts naturally offered no protection, instead, allowing both girls easy access to their rival’s crotch.


The only thing ‘protecting’ Lola’s cunt from Lily’s... was the other girl’s panties!


And the only thing ‘protecting’ Lily’s cunt from Lola’s... was the other girl’s panties!


Their identical slits, now just inches apart in their new sitting position, were blasting one another with hot air and sex-craving pheromones!


““Haaa…”” They moaned, both almost cumming just from how close their pussies were. Neither girl could stop thinking about how close they were, about how they had exploded into a shared climax just by swapping panties…


““I can tell you want to lock lips with me…”” The pair of identical girls whispered, ““Are you gonna try and cheat? Slam your slutty little cunt into mine mid-fight to catch me off-guard?””


““That’s why you wanted to sit like this, isn’t it?””


Lily and Lola shot taunting looks at one another, their brown eyes arched into arrogant crescents and dripping with condescension.


““All it took to make you cum last time was swapping wet panties, yet you think you can last even one-second pressing pussies with me?”” Despite their haughty words that were packed full of self-confidence, the steam evaporating from their burning cunts told a different story.


A story of blazing desire that neither girls’ barely recovered mental defenses would let them admit.


Whilst Lola and Lily were spreading their legs for one another, in the world of FuckFight69, the sweat-stained Lucys had been left neglected. The in-game combatants had collapsed to the ground following their latest simultaneous strike, the pair of mirror-matched bunny girls tangled together in a convulsing knot.


As they were so tightly intertwined, no one would be able to tell which of the four legs, covered in torn and tattered fishnets, belonged to which Lucy, though it could be seen that all four legs were twitching in unison. Every few seconds, twin streams of steaming squirt would spray out of the small gap between the girls’ squashed ass cheeks, the bunny-girl duo caught in a never-ending cycle of mutual climaxes. Tragically for the characters, they required a player’s input before they could return to their feet.


The Lucys, now at 20% HP, had no choice but to lie entangled until their players stopped teasing and taunting one another. They would have to endure a while longer, as Lola and Lily had started claiming that the other was a ‘quick-shot pervert’ who wouldn’t last ‘even a second’ against her ‘superior pussy’.


Lily boasted about how her pussy would suck Lola’s slit inside out, and Lola bragged about how her pussy would swallow Lily’s tiny twat whole.


If the girls had thought they could win this battle legitimately, there should have been no need to argue about whose pussy was better. After all, they had already anticipated that their rival may cheat, and there would be no punishment if one of them won the match!


Despite this, neither girl could stop talking about it, each taunting her perfect copy relentlessly.


““Haa…Haa…I’m gonna fuck so you hard…”” They moaned into each other’s throat before mischievous lights flickered in their brown eyes, ““I meant in the game… obviously! Did I... get your hopes up?❤””


This was then followed by two groans of frustration as their pussies throbbed in unison.


““Let’s finish this…!”” The pair cried out, as the Lucys were finally prompted back to their feet as the game started anew!


Instantly, the two Lucys were trapped in another cycle of simultaneous strikes. Their attacks would cancel each other out and rebound in various ways, the identical duo always ended up squished together. Both girls would slip mid-kick and end up pressed pussy-to-pussy as their legs did the splits. After a few orgasms, they would then climb back to their feet as Lily and Lola mashed their controllers, only to then splat together in an ecstasy-enduring bear hug.


15%...


10%...


5%...


Neither Lola nor Lily noticed that their cunts were slowly inching closer and closer, both girls subconsciously tightening their leglock around their opponent’s waist!


4%...


3%...


2%...


1%...


Both brunettes filled their anxiety and tension, they squeezed their legs together, without realizing that their pussies would finally meet!


““YOU?!-❤ CHEATERRRRRR!!!---❤❤❤”” The pair screamed, turning their squashed faces inwards so that their noses and lips squished together as they felt a pair of wet lower lips connect with their own.


Lily’s slit, its seductive shape clearly visible through Lola’s panties, was pressed into Lola’s with a wet splat.


Lola’s twat, its alluring lines clearly visible through Lily’s panties, was pushed into Lily’s with a sticky slap.


The moment their lower mouths met; the pair shook as though struck by lightning. Both girls broke down in spasms, their eyes going white as their heads were knocked back in panicked pleasure. A single stream of fused girl-cum shot out of the kissing cunts, spraying directly upward and soaking their twin faces, each a mirror of the other’s pleasure.


It was an instant and extreme reaction, though not one without cause.


Each girls’ crotch had been essentially slow-boiled in their rival’s cum since their panty-swap, during which they had then dowsed the matching panties in a second shot of sticky vagina discharge. The panties had then been subjected to a slow stream of leakage from the duo as they bickered and teased one another, the constant exchanging of taunts serving to keep the duo sexually stimulated.


Then, after a mixture of misplaced pride and burning desire lead to the duo feigning anger and spreading their legs for one another in their new sitting position, their mutual entrapment had been completed.


Lily’s pussy, having already been exposed to Lola’s pheromone-soaked panties, was extremely sensitive to the dense smell of desire flowing from Lola’s twat… Just as Lola’s pussy, having already been exposed to Lily’s pheromone-drenched panties, was hyper-sensitive to the heavy smell of lust flowing from Lily’s cunt...


The two aching crotches were gradually pulled together as if by magnetic attraction, each spitting and throbbing as they moved closer and closer until they finally collided.


As for the duo accusing each other of cheating... They decided to sway panties and then sit only inches apart, their pussies completely exposed. They could only say they were asking for it...


““WE CAME TOGETHER AGAINNN!❤❤❤”” The pair screamed at the ceiling, their faces contorted with wild pleasure.


““I HATE THISSS!❤ WE CAN’T WINNN!!❤❤ ALL WE CAN DO IS LOSEEE!!!❤❤❤””


The pair wailed in blissful ecstasy as the words ‘Double KO!’ rang out from the TV speakers.


Controllers clattered to the ground as Lola and Lily grabbed their rival by the twintails and yanked them. This caused their faces to smash together in a violent, wet kiss as tongues intertwined like dueling snakes.


““MMMMNNN!!!❤❤❤””


The duo twitched and thrashed against the other as both pairs of lips swapped spit causing tide after tide of pleasure to rush over them.


Finally, the pair pulled their upper lips apart with a wet pop, so that they could turn to see the FF69 results screen.


As forewarned by the announcer, the DKO animation was playing. This was no surprise to either girl, their inability to beat one another being something they bemoaned even as their minds were being smashed apart by pleasure. What surprised them was another fact!


It had immediately become clear to both Lily and Lola, that FuckFight69s DKO animation didn’t only depend on what arena the players were competing in, but also on what outfits the characters were wearing…


This was because an animation they had never seen before was playing!


The two bunny-girl Lucys were living up to their namesake, and mating like rabbits! Four feet were pressed together as the duo cooperated to spread their fishnet-covered legs apart. To prevent themselves from rolling backward, the Lucys had grabbed onto each other’s forearms in a mutual hold, which they were then used to slam their crotches together.


Just like two bunnies trying to breed, the duo were crashing cunts as fast they could, both girls delirious with the desire to implant their genes in the other.


Lily and Lola, who had experienced the strongest orgasms of their lives, just from swapping panties and lightly touching pussies, couldn’t help but gulp as they looked at the violently fucking Lucys.


They had agreed on their punishment though, and whilst they weren’t dressed in bunny-girl bodysuits, they had to do it!


“I said I’m gonna fuck you hard during our punishment, you feeling scared now?” Lola hissed as she untangled her legs from around Lily’s waist.


“You’re the one who should be feeling scared,” Lily spat back, “If you’d just let me beat you, I would have been gentler with you!”


““Maybe if you beg me, I’d be willing to go easy on you…?””


“Hmph!”


“Hmph!”


Neither girl was backing down, though for what reason neither would ever admit, and so they began to get themselves into the punishment position.


The pair leaned back, placing their arms on the floor for support. They then lifted their legs up and placed their feet together.


““Aaahhh!?❤”” They gasped in unison as the soles of their sweat-soaked socks pressed together.


It was undeniable that Lola and Lily had a fixation on the other’s sweat and scent, leading to them frequently remarking on the other's smell and calling them gross. At this moment though, it became obvious that their mutual fixation was working to their detriment. Both girls were hyper-focused and hyper-sensitive to the fact that their thigh-high socks were rubbing together, and each was convinced they could smell their sweat and scents mixing together into a fragrant blend.


““Fuuuuck-❤””


““So grosss…!❤❤❤””


“We look the same…!❤ We dress the same…!❤ And now… our pussies and feet smell the same…!❤❤❤””


““We’re going to be like those two Lucys!❤ Completely...❤ the...❤ same...!❤””


Lily and Lola gripped onto one another’s forearms and began their rapid pussy-to-pussy pumping. Nails dug into tender flesh as the duo ruthlessly fucked each other, each girl ignoring the other’s screams of panicked pleasure as they made good on their promise to bully each other.


It was a contradictory scene, and any onlooker would have been utterly confused.


Two girls, completely identical from head to toe, were gripping onto each other like their lives depended on it, and smashing their wet slits together. Both were bright red, and their mouths hung wide open, causing screams and saliva to spill out helplessly. They were having sex more passionately than most lovers, but despite this, the slurred words that escaped their throats were attempting to tell a different story.


““SO... GROSS...!❤ I DON’T WANT TO MATE WITH YOUUUU!❤””


““STOP... FUCKING... MEEEE!!❤””


““I…!❤ HATEE…!❤ YOUUUU..!!!❤❤❤””


It looked like a scene of mutual rape, the way the pair screamed as though they were being molested, yet both refused to let go.


The ‘harsh’ words that dripped with pleasure and the desperate desire for more didn’t hide the endless torrents of cum-exploding out of their constantly colliding cunts, however. Surge after surge of boiling, bubbling girl-cum sloshed out and across the ‘twins’, coating them entirely in their sticky ejaculate.


After only a few minutes of this frantic fucking, the pair slipped apart. Their arms and abs were too weak to maintain their pussy pumping, and their socked-covered legs too slick with sweat to remain held together. Lily and Lola had never been as toned as their elder sisters, though in this instance, their prior laziness allowed them to retreat before they slit-smashed each other’s sanity into pieces.


Whilst the Lucys on-screen continued to mate with never-ending stamina, their mutual punishment in the real world had already ended, neither girl able to persist any longer.


When they recovered enough to sit back up, both brunettes, still feeling a pounding in their crotches, said only two words:


“Next match!”


The second match took place in the hotel room arena once again, though this time the Lucys were dressed in matching cat-girl costumes.


The pair of willful and spoiled girls spent the match distracting one another, rubbing their feet all over the other girl. Despite the pair doing the exact same, they accused one another of cheating the entire way through, both 'furious' at the other's lack of sportsmanship whilst feeling no shame over their own behavior. Regardless of the foul play, however, the match still ended in mutual defeat, with neither Lucy remaining standing.


The pair shuddered as they watched the two cat-girl Lucy suffer in their DKO animation. The Lucys were lying on their backs and stepping on each other’s face. Each girl ground her foot into their identical clone’s face, rubbing her cheeks, squashing her nose, and shoving toes into her mouth.


““This…is gonna be so gross❤”” The duo complained whilst inwardly cursing the other as a pervert for their lewd smile, unaware that they shared the same grin.


Throughout the mutual debasement, the pair cursed, groaned, and 'retched' as the other’s feet molested their face… Yet despite their grumbling, each girl experienced two hands-free orgasms during the three-minute-long punishment.


“Aaah…Haaa…❤ Again…!” They moaned in unison, before starting the next match.


The third match was played on the same map, and with the same cat-girl outfits.


It also ended in the same result- DKO.


The animation played on screen, deciding the next punishment Lily and Lola would have to perform on one another.


It showed the cat-girl Lucys crawling up to each other on all-fours, purring and nuzzling up against their mirror image. They brushed passed each other, and just when it looked as if they were going to crawl in different directions, the debasement began. Sticking out their small pink tongues, the cat-girl Lucys started to lick one another. Fully immersed in their roles as cats, they licked from toes to cunt, from ass to armpit, ‘cleaning’ the other with great dedication.


Lily and Lola were dumbstruck at the sight, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets.


““No…way…❤”” The brunettes gasped, as though trying to sound horrified, but the simultaneous twitch of their hips gave them away.


They exchanged hot glares as they peeled off their sweat-soaked clothes, the matching outfits being dumped into a singular pile on the floor. Then they got down on all fours and began crawling toward one another.


""Meowww!❤"" The pair whispered, their voices seductive.


They brushed past one another in imitation of the Lucys, shoulders skimming together, then breasts, then their soft hips. Ass cheeks rubbed as they reached their destinations, then the duo gently lowered themselves to the floor, their faces next to the other's feet.


Brown eyes locked together, both pairs of eyes filled with a mix of emotions. Both stayed true to their roles, however, and after one last 'meow', they began cleaning each other.


Lily sucked on Lola’s toes as Lola sucked on Lily’s toes. The cleaning was practically zealous, each girl going beyond just licking, and instead taking the other's toes into her mouth.


Lola’s tongue teased Lily’s inner thigh as Lily’s tongue teased Lola’s inner thigh, both cat-girls whimpering softly yet not saying a word.


Lily lapped on Lola’s lower lips, Lola lapped on Lily’s lower lips. Their faces were bright red, and their breaths hot.


“MMMMMM---❤❤❤”” The duo moaned, each inwardly reluctant as they pulled their upper lips from their rival's lower lips.


The two continued to paint each other’s bodies with their saliva, neither girl dropping their cat act even once throughout. After lapping the sweat out of their rival’s armpit as though they had never drunk before, the pair ended their mutual ‘grooming’ session with a deep kiss, the pair twisting their tongues together in knots as an explosion of flavor occurred in their sealed mouths.


Neither realized that they had ‘gone off script’, that their mutual punishment should have ended at the shoulders...


““More! More…!❤”” They commanded as the fourth game was loaded.


The penultimate battle was set to take place in a cutesy childhood bedroom-style arena, and the Lucys were wearing their default costume once again.


The pair depleted their respective health bars faster than ever before as if to demonstrate that the duo had improved their gaming skills… in the completely wrong direction.


Lily and Lucy soon had their previously unspoken wish granted, as the end screen showed the Lucys happily 69ing, each fighter having been conquered by her mirror image.


Lola and Lily lay on their sides, wrapped their arms around the other’s soft ass cheeks, and then buried their faces in their rival’s snatch. They locked their sticky legs around their ‘twin's’ head, keeping them in place.


This mutual hold would turn out to be unnecessary as despite the waves of cum blasting up their noses and down their throats, neither girl attempted to pull away, instead taking the initiative to tighten their grip around the other’s soft and springy ass.


Muffled moans echoed out of soaked slits as clits were chewed on, labias were licked, and cunt canals tongue-fucked.


It was the first time the deadlocked duo had pleasured each other with such 'delicate' precision. Their tongues struck with merciless accuracy, each able to intuitively strike their rival’s weak points. Their skill at pleasuring the other, their weakness to the other’s touch as well as their mutual thrill at this perverse situation resulted in countless orgasms erupting within them. The climaxing chaining and building off one another to the extent that their entire 69 descended into a single shared surge of mind-melting ecstasy.


Only minutes later, though it felt like an eternity for the pair, they flopped apart, four pairs of lips connected by threads of saliva and cum as they breathed heavily, utterly intoxicated with pleasure.


The final match commenced in the master bedroom of the mansion arena, though this match was restricted to the bedroom alone, unlike the early match which shifted from room to room.


The Lucys were wearing white maid outfits uncomplete with black pantyhose, both as spunky and confident as ever. After all, the Lucys would return to full health at the beginning of each match, an advantage that Lily and Lola didn’t share.


““Ready to lose?”” The Lucys taunted, each brimming with vigor and liveliness.


The Lucys, dressed in their matching maid outfits, didn’t know how the match would end.


They didn't remember the results of the last 14 matches.


But Lily and Lola did.


Lucy and Lucy quickly beat each other down to 50% health, which wiped the cocky smiles off their faces. Their faces were now serious and covered in a thin layer of sweat. The bodies shook slightly, and their maid costumes sported identical rips and tears.


When Lucy and Lucy hit 30% health, their faces lost their sternest, becoming covered in a red flush. Each hit the duo landed resulted in them squirting all over the bedroom floor, an almost comical result considering how certain they had been of victory only moments before.


When the Lucys kicked each other down to 20% health, their situation became even more perverse. It was as though they had forgotten how to fight, with every attempted attack doing nothing but deepen their mutual humiliation.


Their kicks missed, causing them to slap together cunt-to-cunt. Lucy exploded into a climax, shooting out a thick squirt of cum into Lucy’s face, only to be hit in the face by a shot of cum from Lucy simultaneously. After collapsing into a pile on the floor, neither Lucy was allowed to rest, as both jumped to their feet instantly.


They lashed out with cartwheel kicks, only to smack together in an ass-to-ass collision. The Lucys fell to the floor, both maids on their hands and knees, their asses practically screwed together. One shot of fused cum shot down onto the floor beneath them, whilst another sprayed into the air, nearly reaching the ceiling.


Lucy was kicked in the face by Lucy, just as she was kicked in the face by Lucy, causing the scent of two stuffy pantyhose to be imprinted on their rival's lungs. Both fighters fell to the ground in a stunned daze.


Lucy tripped over Lucy’s feet and Lucy tripped over Lucy's feet, causing the Lucys to splat together face first. Lips lipped smashed together as the pair deepthroated one another's tongue.


Lucy’s tits smashed into Lucy’s, and Lucy's tits smashed into Lucy's, following two missed slaps. The collision disintegrated their white bras and resulted in their milky orbs squashing together. When the obviously pleasured maids tried to pull apart, they found their nipples had penetrated each other. All that was visible were two red rods connecting four perky tits, the dividing line seemingly non-existent.


Again and again, the fighters would rise to their feet, forced to continue the fight against their perfect copy, only to collapse in a pathetic heap.


The Lucys... controlled by Lily and Lola, would never understand that their 'controllers' had subconsciously ‘betrayed’ them.


Lily and Lola hadn't thought of winning for a long time now.


Both girls had tasted the sweet pleasure of mutual humiliation and the perverse liberation of getting to satisfy their deepest, most secretive desires... Desire neither was aware they even had.


And whilst neither would admit it, they were desperate for the next double knockout.


How could they not be? The second the announcer’s words rang out, they could perform the next mutual punishment to humiliate each other, and themselves, instantly ascending to the highest height of pleasure.


With this in mind, they were tacitly cooperating, as if by an unspoken agreement, to smash the Lucys down to 0% with a rapid-speed series of simultaneous strikes. Even when they were trying to win, the Lucys couldn't avoid the DKO... much less when Lola and Lily were secretly trying to draw.


““I couldn’t win…After all…”” The two Lucys muttered sadly as their health bars hit zero.


The simultaneous strike that pushed the pair over the edge? The two maids collided in the middle of a flying scissor kick, their cunts crushing together with a wet slap.


The game quickly transitioned to the results screen, the words ‘Double K.O.’ written in bold at the top.


Lily and Lola leaned forward, hyper-focused as they waited for the following animation to play.


It soon started, the short clip beginning with a split-screen shot of the maid-outfit Lucys. Lily’s Lucy on the left side of the screen, and Lola’s Lucy on the right side. Both looked incredibly solemn, devoid of the character's usual cheekiness.


““A maid belongs to their master in body and soul…❤”” The Lucys said in unison, the two voice lines overlapping.


The words instantly told the eagerly waiting players that this was a maid-outfit exclusive ending. On a more technical side, the split-screen format hinted that this was only half of the animation. There was likely a second half, that would have played if one of the Lucys had won the battle. As it was a double knockout, the game simply played the losing animation for both characters.


The Lucys then knelt down and looked up at Lily and Lucy submissively.


““All my holes exist for you to use…❤”” The duo whispered, ““You can fill them however you please…❤””


They then opened their mouths wide, showing off flawless teeth as they stretched out wet tongues.


““Haaa… No fucking wayyy…!❤”” Lily and Lola moaned in anticipation. “Are they really gonna…?❤””


““Oh my god, they are!❤”” They then cried out as they watched the two Lucys, each on their own half of the screen, bury their head between the other’s legs. Both Lucys carefully aligned their mouths with the other’s urethra, before…!


““Oh fuckkkkk…!❤❤❤”” The lookalikes cried out as they watched their characters degrade themselves like never before.


“This is so gross!❤” Lily spat at Lola, as she lowered her head between the other’s legs.


“So gross!❤” Lola hissed back as she did the same. “This is all your fault!❤”


“It’s your fault!❤”


“Your fault!❤”


“”I can’t believe we have to drink each other’s-MMPHHH!❤”” Both began to whinge before a pair of legs crushed their faces into await cunts.


“”HNNNGGGG---!!!!❤❤❤”” The identical girls screamed before they were drowned out by a flood of liquid pouring down their throats.


The extreme mutual humiliation caused an eruption of pleasure to explode within the pair of perfectly matched, perfectly compatible girls. An eruption that caused legs to squeeze even tighter as their airways were filled with a mix of various cunt juices.


As unintelligible moans echoed around the room, the twin brunettes lapsed into unconsciousness.


DKO.


***


Aria Allen and Abby Edwards would soon make good on their words to come and check up on their daughters, only to be instantly infuriated when they saw how Lily and Lola had ‘settled it’…

[MR_TJ]

Absolutely phenomenal story! I love the look alike and even struggles! This reads like the PIXIV fights are given.

loved the Lucy video game characters fighting and the double KO moves they would do… such as the goo girls combining.. conjoining into 1 Lucy… it would have been super cool and I thought it was gonna happen in the lab finisher was they both drink or take a pill that turned them to futa.. meaning a secret character or cheat code to beat the other haha.

keep making amazing stories!

-TJ

[flashgordon2019]

Hello! Long time no see! This is a story that I have been uploading for a while on my Pixiv. I enjoy the dopamine hits of watching the like and follower counter going up so I prefer uploading over there these days lol. I will uploading it part by part as it is insanely annoying having to make certain edits for it to be readable on Hboard lol. Please enjoy though!

Feuding Families: Prologue.


In the pristine dining room of a large and luxurious house, a strange scene was unfolding.


At first glance, it would seem as though a family of three women had sat together to eat dinner, albeit, with an unusual arrangement.


Rather than sitting comfortably around a small table, the trio had sat at a long counter-like table in a row of three, a table that looked to be pressed up to a mirror-covered wall. Indeed, that would be the obvious and reasonable assumption, as opposite each woman was a reflection.


Yet, upon closer inspection, one could see that the women and their reflections, whilst identical, weren’t moving in perfect synchrony, with knives and forking scrapping lightly across plates at different timings.


It would only be at this observation, that one would realize that there were not three women at this table, but instead six!


Three sets of identical women, each duo similar enough to be mistaken for twins!


But this would indeed be a mistake, as within this room there were two families.


The Edwards Family, and the Allen Family, and whilst the silence between the two groups seemed comfy and harmonious, it wouldn’t take long to pick up on the strange undercurrent flowing through the dining room.


Sat sandwiched between their mothers and younger sisters, were Bailey Edwards and Bella Allen, two young twenty-two-year-old women. With narrow cheeks bones and full lips, each possessed an aggressive and domineering type of beauty, both carrying a presence that would suck the oxygen out of any room they entered. Their blonde hair pulled back into ponytails gave the pair proud and confident demeanors, and the sharp glints in their green eyes only served to demonstrate this further. Their long blue dresses highlighted the noble charm inherited from their mothers, as well as how similar the pair were, as both wore the exact same dress…


The pair had been neighbors since birth and had been practically joined at the hips through their childhood years. They had excelled in both academics and sports at their expensive, private academy, and were the undisputed Queens of the entire school. Many had thought it a miracle that their friendship had endured despite being women of such beauty and pride.


What those people didn’t know was that this miracle had ended four years ago, on the night of their school prom.


Their mothers and younger sisters didn’t know either, still believing that Bailey and Bella were still best of friends, when in truth, the duo couldn’t stand the sight of each other. Yet, their families would be heartbroken, and their relationships between their mothers and sisters strained if the truth came out though, so despite wishing they could leap across the table and claw each other’s eyes out, the pair had to settle for less. A subtle and silent foot war under the table, their soft feet pushing against each other in a desperate attempt to vent their mutual hatred.


Moving a seat down the table, the eighteen-year-olds, Lily Edwards and Lola Allen sat opposite one another. They were completely asymmetrical to their sisters' noble beauty and proud characters. Lily and Lola were smaller in stature, not as tall as their mothers or sisters, though just as curvy, with each possessing ample breasts, tight waists, and large hips. Their features were less intimidating, possessing a softness that their mothers had only developed after childbirth, and with their brown hair styled in twintails, the duo looked cute and sexy, brimming with youthful charm. Each wore a miniskirt and thigh-high socks, both playing to their strengths and claiming a different sort of beauty to their proud sisters. Yet whilst they had differentiated themselves from their sisters, they were identical to one another, wearing the same outfit right down to ribbons tying their hair…


Much like their sisters, the duo had been neighbors since birth and had been raised like sisters. Unlike their sisters, however, the two didn’t enjoy academics, sports, or socializing at school, instead preferring to immerse themselves in the world of anime and gaming. Often playing together, the pair grew up discussing the various characters in their games and tv shows. Their families assumed the pair would be friends for life.


Little did they know, their friendship ended four years ago following the results of a fighting game tournament they had both entered.


Their mothers and older sisters still thought that they were best friends, oblivious to the fact that Lily and Lola now couldn’t stand the sight of one another. Their families would be heartbroken, and their relationships between their mothers and sisters strained if the truth came out though, so despite wishing they could leap across the table and start slapping the **** out of each other, the two had to settle for a subtle and silent foot war under the table, their stocking covered feet grinding furiously against each other in a desperate attempt to vent their mutual hatred.


Hot breaths and fainted groans, barely suppressed, echoed out as the mothers of the respective households finished their meals. Heavy breasts swayed as Abby Edwards and Aria Allen suddenly stood to look down at their daughters.


“What on earth is going on with you girls tonight?” Abby questioned, the buxom and sensual mother of two having finally realized that the atmosphere wasn’t quite right.


“Are you fighting?” Aria chimed in, echoing Abby’s concern.


Their delicate faces seemed worried and hurt at the thought of their beloved daughters being at odds. The four daughters shot frantically to their feet, hands flailing as they desperately reassured their mothers that they weren’t fighting at all.


Sharing a sigh of relived, Abby glanced at Aria, to which Aria nodded in response.


“That’s good then, we’re relieved,” Abby exclaimed, her voice devoid of the tension that had filled it just moments ago. “I’m not blind though, so kiss and make-up like you used to do, then you girls can go off and play.”


The four daughters suddenly froze, before glancing at one another in shocked disbelief.


Indeed, they used to kiss and make up when they had fought- small conciliatory pecks on the lips, but that was when they were little! And like **** they wanted to ‘kiss and make-up’ now!


“What? I thought you were all friends?” Aria spoke, her hand on her breast as upset-filled her voice.


The tense silence soon became unbearable for the four, and Bailey and Bella soon leaned over the table, their perky breasts getting dangerously close. The pair cooperated to exchange a light kiss, their lips just barely brushing together.


Pulling apart, the eldest daughters had forced smiles on their faces, their green eyes narrowed into crescents.


This act of appeasing their mothers forced Lily and Lola into following suit, however, as now the pair had no choice but to kiss to keep the harmony.


The duo leaned in, each balancing on one foot like flamingos as a dainty foot, wrapped in black thigh-high socks, kicked up behind each of them. Perhaps watching their sister’s kiss in reconciliation had stoked the fires of resistance within them, however, as, unlike Bailey and Bella, neither girl was willing to tilt her head to the side to facilitate the union of lips.


The result was that their button-like noses squashed together in an embarrassing ‘kiss’ before their lips had even met, causing their eyes to practically bulge out in humiliation.


Resisting the urge to bite one another, the pair pulled apart after a light kiss, each wiping her mouth and glaring angrily at their mirror image.


“Well done, girls,” Aria said, gently clapping her hands together. “How about you go and play together like you used to? You haven’t been spending much time together lately!”


Before each could spit excuses, the other mother, Abby, began to speak,


“That’s a good idea! Bailey, Bella, you two used to play dress-up together, do you remember? The pair of you wearing your matching outfits was always so cute, I never could decide who was prettier!”


Bella and Bailey froze for the second time that evening, their long ponytails swaying slightly as they forgot to breathe, their old grudges and traumas being dragged back into their minds by Abby’s words.


“Lola, Lily, you two were always playing those fighting games together, weren’t you?” Aria questioned, turning her attention to the younger pair of girls. “You used to have so much fun! You haven’t really played together since that little tournament though, right? How about you decide who is better once and for all!”


Her tone was light and full of energy, as though eager for the pair to play together like they used to, not noticing that the pair reacted as though struck by lightning. Their shared, four-year-old humiliation being brought up so casually caused their brown eyes to lock together in an embarrassed glare.


““Yeah, I think we’ll go and relive the good old days,”” Bailey and Bella said together, stepping away from the table, suddenly more energetic than they had been all evening. It would be hard to miss the obvious competitive undertone in their words, and how the pair seemed to be even less friendly than before, but neither mother commented on it.


““Us too!”” Lily and Lola said, as cheeky grins spread across their faces. ““Let’s go and play some games.”” Linking arms, the pair began to speed-walk towards the stairs, following after their older sisters. Again, unless the mothers were blind, they would not have missed their youngest daughters slamming their hips together viciously as they charged away, yet, once again, neither said anything.


In an instant, Abby and Aria were left alone, and the second they were, the two mothers looked at one another, their bodies relaxing as the atmosphere around them underwent a sudden shift.


Stepping around the table, the pair walked until they were face-to-face and their heavy busts clapped together. Neither seemed bothered by the lack of distance between them, however, as both moved closer still, until their foreheads knocked together and each was gazing into the other’s eyes.


““It’s finally going to be settled…”” They purred in synchrony.


Their lips arched into bemused smirks.


Their daughters thought they could hide their mutual hatred from them, their mothers. Yet they never once realized that this animosity was no secret at all, and that it was instead inherited from them…


“You know, I was always worried they would actually be best friends,” Aria whispered into Abby’s plump lips.


“How could that be possible,” Abby hummed back, her hot breath tickling Aria’s mouth. “Your daughters, getting along with my daughters? It was destined to fall apart from the start.”


“You’re right,” Aria purred back, the soft scent of shampoo in her long blonde hair distinguishable from the scent of Abby’s hair. “Now they can settle it once and for all. For them... and for us. I could never beat you, and you could never beat me… but my daughters will beat yours. And that will be all the proof I need.”


Their bodies thrummed with heat as the two curvaceous pressed themselves together, their legs wrapped around one another like snakes as their soft stomachs ground together.


“All we’ve been able to do **** each other senseless for years on end...stuck in an endless series of draws… but tonight, my daughters will be the proof that I’m the superior woman,” Abby whispered, her lips getting dangerously close to Aria's without either woman even noticing.


““Hmph!!””


They could feel the burning desire to **** rapidly building within them, but they resisted it, forcing their bodies apart. Neither the thick strands of breast milk connecting their **** nor the faint trails of sticky excitement that bridged the gap between their crotches were surprises to them. They had long been used to how their sensual forms reacted to each other, and they had long since stopped feeling embarrassed by it. After all, they had drunk more breast milk than they had water and swallowed more *** than they had food across their 20+ years of ****-fighting.


“The Allens will be nothing but ****toys for us when the night is over!”


“The Edwards will be nothing but ****toys for us when the night is over!”


The pair bragged in synchrony, their eyes locked together in a mesmerizing, seductive staredown. The mutual threats prompted each woman to grab hold of the other’s powerful waist, and they slammed their crotches together in furious unison.


The result was the same as it had always been.


Abby helpless under Aria’s touch, and Aria helpless under Abby’s touch.


All they had ever been, all they had ever managed to be, was reflections of one another other. And so, together they exploded in ecstasy, their legs drenched as fused *** spilled out of their cunts before dripping down onto the floor below.

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