The Cloned

TITLE: The Cloned
AUTHOR: WotanAnubis
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters and am not making a profit.
RATING: NC-17
PAIRING: Larissa/Catleia
NOTE: As with my previous Advance Wars: Dark Conflict fic, I'm using the names from... well, Dark Conflict. I hope the hardcore Days of Ruin purists can find it in themselves to forgive me.

Also, I'm not quite sure if this fic counts as D/s or FemDom. True, I'm writing strictly from Larissa's perspective and in her mind it almost certainly does, but I hope I've managed to make it clear enough that her perspective is a little flawed.


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Hope Village.

Such a trite little name. Still, its pathetic name matched the pathetic little community of weaklings, dreamers and idealists that lived there. Not that that gave those feeble-minded peasants the right that call their village by such an insulting name. Really, the whole thing was just sickening. And yet... Larissa couldn't quite bring herself to permanently turn her back on it.

Things had been a bit different ever since the 12th Independent or whatever they called themselves had destroyed the Owl Nest. After her Daddy had died, Larissa had not felt lost, because she was above such feelings of weakness, but... different. Without her Daddy's presence she'd become aware of... connections, more or less. A kind of strange knowledge of where her sisters... that is, her sister and the inferior clone of her sister were and even if they were doing fine. She could somehow... feel Lili and Lutia's clone as though they were part of her.

Larissa had to admit it wasn't an unpleasant feeling, but it was a particularly bothersome one. Whenever she strayed too far from the little hamlet she could feel Lili and Catleia pulling her back. Not physically, of course, but she just seemed to feel better the closer she was to her sisters. So she lurked in an abandoned IDS bunker the Legion hadn't discovered yet, living far below her ususal standards with only machines to serve her.

And, sometimes, after the sun had sent she actually went out and visited the horrible little place. Not that she had to, of course, or that she was lonely. It was nothing of the sort. It was simply that Catleia was so pathetically eager to please her. Larissa knew she only did so because she wanted her to come live with her and pretend to be a family, but that was an ulterior motive she was content to live with on boring nights where she had nothing else to do.

As she approached the village borders on this warm summer night Larissa was not at all surprised to see Catleia already waiting for her, sitting serenely on a white blanket. She was dressed in those terribly unflattering clothes she always wore. Larissa didn't mind her sister's clone's pitiful fashion choices. In a way it meant that the true form of Catleia's body was a secret to all but herself and Larissa could appreciate that sort of thing.

"You come out here every night, don't you?" Larissa remarked as she reached Catleia. "Always hoping I'll show up."

Catleia almost smiled. "And here you are."

"Well? You are always waiting for me, aren't you?" Larissa demanded.

"Yes, I'm waiting for you," Catleia admitted.

"I knew it," Larissa said. "You're so pathetic, you know?"

"Maybe," said Catleia. "But..."

"But...?"

Catleia shook her head. "Nothing. Never mind. Would you like to talk for a while?"

"You know I'm not here to talk," Larissa said. "Let's just get this over with."

Catleia rose to her feet and quietly started undressing her. It was good to see such silent servitude and Larissa couldn't deny its effect on her. Every little piece of clothing the clone obediently removed made her a little bit hotter, aroused her a little bit more. She especially enjoyed the way Catleia carefully folded her clothes so as not to wrinkle them and placed them on the blanket so they wouldn't get any dirt on them. She was such a good little servant. Larissa just didn't get that kind of satisfaction from machine.

By the time Catleia stopped undressing her Larissa was left only with her black stockings and red shoes, because the little clone knew full well it wouldn't do to let her sister stand barefoot in the dirt. Apart from that, Catleia had completely exposed her body to the open air and she was quite glad of it too. Even if the clone hadn't known about her tastes, her glistening pussy and completely rigid cock would have told her she required a different kind of satisfaction from her.

Failing to disappoint her again, Catleia kneeled in front of her, her hard cock right in front of her face. Larissa felt the urge to grab her head and force her hard member down her throat, but resisted the impulse. Lutia's clone had behaved very pleasingly so far so she had earned the right to suck her off at her own pace.

Larissa shivered when the clone carefully reached out and brushed her hardness with her fingers. She wasn't entirely sure what Catleia's intentions were since she'd made it quite clear weeks ago that she much preferred the clone's mouth and tongue. If she was simply going to give her a handjob she would have to correct her. After she'd finished jerking her off, obviously.

Fortunately for the clone she only stroked the entire length of her shaft a few times, perhaps to see if she really was completely hard yet. Perhaps not. It was a bit hard to tell with Catleia and Larissa didn't really care in any case. Regardless, the clone leaned forward and opened her mouth. Larissa strangled a moan when Catleia dragged her tongue from the base of her shaft all the way to tip, leaving a trail of shining saliva. The sudden shock of pleasure almost made her come, a result no doubt that she hadn't visited the clone for some time now. A bit of a mistake, perhaps. Larissa didn't want Catleia to think that she was that excitable. She might start getting ideas.

Catleia didn't notice how she'd almost come all over her face with just a single long flick of her tongue and continued lapping at her. Larissa's lust grew and intensified as she watched Lutia's clone play with her member, her tongue sometimes quickly darting out of her mouth sometimes being dragged across her hot flesh once again. It was really quite presumptious the way she toyed with her, but Larissa wasn't going to complain just yet. Whatever else she could say about the girl, she did have a very skilled tongue and her flaring pleasure was enough compensation for the clone's audicity. For now.

Catleia drew her head back slightly and gave her cock a fascinated look as she stroked it a few more times. Larissa growled quietly with lust as Catleia's hand easily moved up and down her saliva-slicked member. As though responding to her growl, the clone leaned in again and opened her mouth just enough to let her tongue poke out and draw circles on Larissa's purple head. Larissa uttered a shivering sigh that turned into a satisfied moan when Catleia's mouth opened further to swallow her cock.

Larissa struggled to remain standing, strength draining from her legs to fuel her lustful fire. As her head bobbed up and down the length of her shaft, Catleia sent more and more waves of pleasure reeling through her body. Larissa had to admit Lutia's clone was truly gifted when it came to pleasuring her with her mouth. Or would have admitted it if her mind hadn't been too addled with lust and pleasure to make that kind of statement. Catleia's mouth was wonderfully warm and she sucked and licked her as though there was nothing in the entire world she wanted to do more. As a result of her wanton desire to please, Larissa was functionally helpless, captured by the pleasure the clone gave her.

Larissa grabbed Catleia's hair in an effort to remain standing. She couldn't tell if she was successful or not, so much did Catleia's skilled mouth rob her of her other senses. She had the feeling she was still standing on shivering legs, but she couldn't say for sure, not through the fire of pleasure burning brightly throughout her body. Catleia didn't seem to notice how her strength was failing her or if she did notice wasn't planning to do anything about it since she'd devoted herself fully to pleasuring her and to back off now, even for a moment, would lessen her pleasure.

Incapable of stopping her animal lust from taking hold of her body, Larissa found the strength somewhere to thrust her hips towards Catleia, shoving more of her member into the clone's mouth. Larissa could just barely make out a surprised little yelp coming from somewhere, but paid no attention to it. She was so close now that nothing else mattered. Making use of her grip on Catleia's hair, she fucked the clone's mouth with bestial abandon. Then, grunting loudly with unrestrained pleasure, she forced Catleia all the way down her shaft, ramming her cock into her sister's throat and came. Moaning, her body shivering and bucking, Larissa nevertheless found the strength to keep her sister's head in place even as she poured her seed into Catleia's body.

When her orgasm eventually waned, Larissa let go of her sister's hair and withdrew her member from Catleia's mouth. A string of semen still came from her cock as it was dragged across Catleia's tongue and out into the air again. It snapped, leaving a thin whitish line on the girl's chin. Catleia scooped the glob up with her fingers, then lapped it up with every sign of enjoyment.

"That was... adequate," Larissa breathed.

Catleia blushed dutifully. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

"I..." Larissa paused, words struggling to get past her lips and fighting to stay inside. "I hope wasn't too rough, in the end."

"I'm used to it by now," Catleia replied. "I don't mind."

"Good," said Larissa. "As well you should," she added.

"Do you want me to dress you again?"

Larissa stared at Catleia for a moment. Getting dressed meant leaving and she didn't want to be parted from her sister just yet.

"No," she said. "I'm feeling magnanimous today. If you want, I can stay a little longer."

Catleia's face lit up in a way that was annoyingly beautiful. "Th-thank you. Uhm..."

Larissa followed Catleia's blushing stare and smiled. Her sister could be so predictable.

"You really seem to like these, don't you?" Larissa said, cupping her own breasts. "Well, they are quite exquisite, so I suppose I can't fault you."

"So I can...?" Catleia asked.

"Yes, if you must," Larissa replied.

"Then, if you would care to lie down."

Larissa calmly lay down on the blanket even as Catleia got to her feet. She watched with some satisfaction as her pale sister stripped naked. She was so hasty, so eager, so obviously and crudely horny that she didn't even care that her clothes landed in the dirt. It was really quite flattering how she desired her body so much her patience simply vanished. Within moments, Catleia was completely naked, her erect dick an obvious testament to her lust.

Catleia's member had confused Larissa in the past. It was true that Lili, Lutia and herself were all similarly endowed, but that had only been a strange accident of nature. Catleia, on the other hand, was a simple clone. It would have been so easy for Daddy to just edit out that little deviancy when he'd created her and she simply had no clue why he had decided not to. It couldn't have been because Father had wanted an exact copy of Lutia since he'd never been all that fond of her anyway. But, what with one thing and another, Larissa supposed that the mystery of Catleia's curiously gendered body would remain just that.

Catleia joined Larissa on the blanket, lying down on top of her. She ran her slender hands across Larissa's breasts. Although stimulating her breasts didn't usually do much for her, Larissa's entire body was still sensitive after her orgasm and her sister's delicate touch along with the delight on her face was enough that her cock, still sticky with saliva and semen, started hardening again. Catleia let her fingers dance all over Larissa's breasts as though wanting to explore and feel every little curve of her exposed chest.

Larissa hissed between her teeth when Catleia leaned down to let her lips close around one of her nipples. She sucked on it lightly, flicked it with her tongue and teased it into hardening. Then she went on, kissing her breasts wherever she could, making she her lips tasted every inch of her soft flesh. Larissa felt her arousal growing under the soft shower of kisses, but if she had to guess she would guess that Catleia's lust was rapidly becoming far greater than her own. Before too long simple kisses apparently weren't enough for her sister any more and she dragged her tongue across her naked skin as though she wanted a better taste. As Catleia licked and lapped at her breasts, Larissa found herself relaxing even as she felt her becoming more lustful again. At one and the same time she wanted her sister to continue attending her breasts with her tongue indefinitely and she wanted her to stradle her waist so that she could thrust her hardness into her pussy.

When Catleia pulled back, Larissa knew exactly what to expect next. Even without looking down, she knew her breasts were all slick and shiny and very smooth indeed. She wasn't surprised in the least when her sister righted herself and, with deliberate care, put her member between her breasts. Larissa knew from experience that her breasts were quite big enough and close enough together to be able to pleasure Catleia in this way without any further help. But her sister had been very attentive so far and Larissa was feeling generous, so she pushed her breasts together. Catleia yelped with delicious surprise when she found her cock suddenly enveloped by her breasts and Larissa had to admit that feeling the intense heat of her rigid member directly against her flesh wasn't entirely unpleasant either.

Putting her hands on Larissa's, Catleia began thrusting her hips and fuck her breasts. Larissa looked down and saw her sister's purple head constantly appearing and disappearing from her cleavage in a way that was almost cute. But the sight of her sister's cock using her breasts for pleasure wasn't nearly as interesting as the sight of her sister's face revelling in it. Even looking at it from below, it was clear Catleia was in a state of rapture, lust and pleasure her only feelings. It was the face she always had when Larissa allowed her to be pleasured by her breasts, yet she never got tired of seeing it. Her sister always looked at her most powerful in moments like this, and at her most beautiful.

Catleia mewed and purred like a kitten as kept fucking her breasts faster and harder. Where before she had simply been content to hold Larissa's hands, now she was pushing down on them in a futile and delightfully animal attempt to press her firm breasts even tighter against herself. It was an audacious act to the point of insolence, but Larissa had to respect her sister's overpowering need to feed her own lust. It was also a clear sign that Catleia was close to climaxing and Larissa briefly wondered what to do. The sensible part of her wanted her to close her eyes just in case, but the rest of her wanted to see Catleia as she came.

Catleia froze for a moment, then yowled lustfully, her body shaking, and she thrust her cock out one last time so she came all over Larissa's neck and face. It was only by sheer luck none of her sister's copious semen landed in her eyes, which Larissa was more than grateful for since it allowed her to see the divine orgasmic bliss on Catleia's face. Catleia thrusted a few times more, adding to Larissa's pearl necklace and depositing one more glob of her seed on her cheek. Catleia opened her eyes and looked down, her sparkling at what she saw. She very carefully withdrew from between Larissa's breasts and stood up. Then she gripped her cock and jerked it to force three more jets of her seed to splash onto her breasts. Larissa would have been offended by Catleia deliberately tainting her flawless skin with her semen if she didn't know her sister as well as she did. Just because Catleia had climaxed didn't quite mean she was finished.

Catleia leaned down and lapped up one of the globs of semen that had landed on her breasts with every sign of delight. Like a cat lapping up milk, Catleia proceeded to lick up every last bit of her own seed staining Larissa's body. It was a bizarre ritual Catleia repeated each and every time Larissa let her come on whatever part of her body. She'd never asked for the reason, but perhaps Catleia felt honoured to clean her superior sister after their depraved fun. Or perhaps she simply enjoyed the combined taste of her skin and her semen.

Catleia lapped up the final bit of her seed that landed on Larissa's forehead and licked her lips with satisfaction. Then she collapsed, abruptly lying down next to Larissa. Larissa turned to look at her and saw her sister looking back with a tired smile.

"Thank you," she whispered.

"Well, like I said, you were fairly good today," Larissa said.

Catleia smiled briefly before her face became a picture of hesitation. "Larissa?"

Larissa resisted the urge to groan. She knew what her sister... or the clone of her sister or whatever was going to ask her. She was going to invite her to live with her and Lili and the rest in Hope Village. She was going to ask her to be one big happy family. Even though she knew what the answer was going to be, she was going to ask anyway.

"Yes?" Larissa said, deciding to get it over with as quickly as possible.

"May I kiss you?"

Larissa blinked. "Yes," she said. "I... I suppose so."

Catleia smiled, closed her eyes and leaned in. Her lips were soft and delicate and tasted of semen. Much to her own surprise, Larissa enjoyed it all the same.

Catleia still smiled when she pulled back and cuddled up to Larissa's mostly naked body with a happy sigh.

"Catleia..."

"Mmm?"

"Aren't you going to ask me to live with you?"

Catleia looked up into her eyes.

"Do you want me to?"