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Gem's week has been busy. She's been working hard every day and coming home too exhausted to think about anything but collapsing into bed. Today was supposed to give her a break, but one thing had ballooned into another, and before she knew it dusk was falling and she hadn't taken anything easy at all. She drifts into her base, rubbing at her eyes. Tomorrow she'll slow down for real- she needs it.
Gem always passes her laboratory on the way to her room. Usually, she doesn't make much of it. Tonight, though, something gives her pause. One of her clones is slumped over at the table.
Etho's clone.
So. Gem has something to admit. She does, sometimes, you know, fantasize about her fellow hermits. It's nothing that gets in the way of interacting with them, of course. It has nothing to do with the real people. It's just that, even before she met Etho, she liked the sound of his voice, and thought she would like it even better if it was begging and pleading. And then she figured out the she liked it best of all when he was actually a she. Etho makes a cute girl! It's undeniable. And you know, Gem had access to cloning technology, and it's not like the things were sentient, so there wasn't any harm in making an Etho to pull around and call a princess, now was there? It was all in good fun.
"Did I leave you out this morning...?" Gem mutters to herself, blinking. She can't remember- that day's morning seems months away. It seems likely, though. She probably thought she'd have time to decompress and let off a little steam for the first time in a bit instead of just going to bed and put the clone out in preparation.
...well, hey. Gem may be tired, but she's also awfully pent up, and she doesn't have anywhere to be tomorrow. And the clone looks so cute and sweet and alluring, dozing like that, drool soaking through her mask.
Mind made up, Gem approaches the table. She forgot to put a gag in the clone's mouth- unfortunate, but also likely, because Gem before coffee only has half a brain. She grabs one from a nearby cabinet and carefully removes the clone's mask before pulling the gag into place. It's easier to pretend the clone's the real thing when she can tell herself the nonsense it garbles out is because of the gag instead of it just being a clone.
Etho's eyes flutter open, still sleepy and doeish.
Gem pats her on the head. "Good girl. Let's get you changed, huh?"
She reaches for the collar of her jacket. Strangely, the clone jerks back.
"Aw, does the princess want to dress herself?" Gem coos. "Well, you can't, you know. You just can't move like that. I'll have to do it for you- but I promise not to peek at your panties too much."
Etho's hand shoots out again, almost catching Gem in the face as she tries to lean down to peck her on the nose. She frowns.
"Why are you moving so much tonight?" Gem wonders. The clones can't really act, but sometimes their limbs spasm. When it gets really bad, she has to restrain them, just to make sure they don't accidentally injure Gem.
Well, now there's an idea. Gem smiles.
"Stay there, princess," Gem tells the clone, even though it can't understand her. She bounces across the room to grab some ropes.
She was planning on dressing up the clone in her favorite outfit and just playing with her like that, soft and sweet and simple. But sometimes Gem wants a little more. Sometimes Gem wants to be a little forceful. Sometimes Gem wants to see Etho tied up and sobbing- and she feels like indulging herself tonight.
The clone is eyeing her with something that could be mistaken for anxiety and confusion, if the expression was on a real human. Gem knows better. She giggles and grabs its hands, tying them together. The clone stares up at her.
"Don't look at me like that," Gem giggles, pushing Etho to the table. "Just be a good girl and hold still, okay? Gem's got everything under control."
Once she's sure the clone won't accidentally kick her, Gem takes out a knife and starts cutting away the clothing. The clone twitches a little, and Gem click her tongue. The rope was definitely necessary, then.
Etho's beautiful like this, all tied up for Gem, eyes wide and desperate. Her cheeks are blotchy and her skin is flushed red all over, the darkest at the places where the rope digs into it. She twitches and shivers as Gem stares at her, almost looking like she's trying to escape.
"You're beautiful," Gem says, suddenly aching. "God, Etho, you're just stunning."
She grabs the clone by the shoulders and pushes it to the ground, groping at its breasts. The clone lets out a noise that almost sounds like a whimper and Gem moans, shifting her position so that she can grind herself against its leg. This is what she needed tonight.
"Stay right there," Gem pants after working herself up a little more. "I've got a present for my princess~ so just wait one moment, okay?"
She pulls herself up and goes to grab her strap, stripping her shirt along the way. Etho lays on the ground, twitching, overstimulated, and gorgeous.
"Look," Gem says, crouching down next to her and grabbing her hand. "You wanna help? Take off my bra for me, okay?"
It's a little difficult to maneuver the clone's stiff fingers into undoing her clasp, but it just feels so good to involve it like this. To pretend that it's really Etho. Gem laughs breathlessly and then steadies herself by the clone's hips.
"Alright," Gem says, pulling her onto her stomach. "It's time for a treat."
She doesn't say whose treat it is. She doesn't know. Both of theirs, maybe.
She fingers the clone open as quickly as she can, fingers trembling with anticipation. She doesn't want to damage the tissue or anything, but she's just so-!
Etho moans.
"Darling," Gem finds herself cooing. "Feels good, right? I'll make you feel good. My beautiful babygirl. My girl. My Etho."
It's so easy to lose herself in the fantasy of it all, even if the only pleasure she's chasing is her own. She scissors her fingers just so and relishes in the way Etho flutters around her, even if she knows it's just a biological, mechanical response.
"You're ready, huh?" Gem asks, unable to wait any longer. "Then- then-!"
Usually, she fucks the clones on their backs, so she doesn't have to look them in the eyes and remember that they're not human at all, but there's something in the air tonight. This clone has never felt this alive before. Gem pulls her up and kisses her on the forehead, as tender and slowly as she can manage.
"I'll take good care of you," she promises. "I'll fuck you until you cry."
Another noise. Gem likes to imagine that she's begging. Please, Gem, please fuck me, please please please.
"Aww," Gem says. "You don't have to ask me for anything. Haven't you suffered enough already, so empty for so long? I'm more than happy to help you out. All you have to do is take it."
She pushes in, moaning as she grinds into Etho. It's easy to fall into a rhythm, rolling her hips just so when she's buried in the clone, chasing her own satisfaction. Etho makes small noises, little cries and whimpers as she goes. Gem looks up at her, intending to stammer out something about what a good girl she is, only to stop and stare at the most beautiful thing she's ever seen.
The clone is crying. Real, genuine tears are rolling down her cheeks, even though her eyes are blank.
Gem thrusts forward one last time and comes, holding on tight enough to leave scratches on Etho's arms. She takes a deep breath and pulls out, glancing at the clone to make sure that the tears weren't a momentary lust-filled hallucination. Etho's cheeks are still wet.
"I didn't know you could do that," Gem murmurs. She unbuckles the strap and then collapses forward onto the clone, exhaustion suddenly hitting her again. That's right. She's so tired.
She looks at the clone. What a mess. She needs to clean it up, but... can that wait until the morning? It's not like it's really alive, or anything. She'll be fine on the floor until then.
Gem stands up. The clone is looking at her, almost begging with its eyes, desperate for something. Well, it's not, but Gem sure does like thinking that.
"Goodnight, princess," she says. "I'll be back in the morning for you."
She's probably just imagining it, but she swears she sees Etho's eyes flash with despair before she turns around and heads to bed. It really is nice playing with such a realistic toy.