This was a fun little challenge. Someone challenged me to write a short story for around 1,000 words about a clone who has to have sex with himself. Hope you enjoy the fruits of the dare.
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The pod hisses and a familiar yet foreign smell fills my nostrils. In one instant I was laying down in a pod illuminated in a light blue hue. The sterile smell of bleach and lilacs filled my nose. Now, I wake up in a pod bathed in a light pink, the only similarity being the smell. I reach up to open the pod and notice a tattoo imprinted in dark black ink inside my forearm with the number two. Once I push open the pod I hear a conversation taking place in the room.
"The clone is now waking up. Do you think it took?" One voice asks.
"All of the prelim tests are positive. I have every confidence it did." Another voice says.
The pod door fully extends and I sit up to the protests of the machines that are tied to me.
"Hey now. Take it easy. The medicine is just now wearing off. Push too soon and you'll pass out." A woman says to me while flashing a flashlight into my eyes.
"Give him space. If you start flashing lights in his eyes you'll blind him Susan." a man says, sitting at a desk across the room.
Once I get my surroundings I have a strong urge. Something that is easy to describe but difficult to elaborate on, considering the strange environment with which I woke up. I feel, horny.
"Well Jack, his pupils are dilated and the readouts are saying he's feeling the effects of the serum. Is the control available?" Susan asks.
"Just a second." Jack pushes a button on his desk. "Send in Control 3 Beta Foxtrot."
A second later I see myself walk through the room. Wait. What? How? My brain tries to wrap itself around the idea but it all goes out the window when I see him, myself, sporting a massive erection. I try to push it out of my mind but I can't. The feeling is pushing me to insanity and I know that somehow, I have to suck his/my dick.
"Go stand in front of your clone." Jack commands the other me.