It was difficult to get ahold of such a powerful item. Mandy the raccoon rogue held the necklace aloft so the sunlight would shine off the golden locket and the pearl imbedded inside. When the light shined on the pearl just right it emitted this long curtain of gradient rainbow; this deep, powerful shine that invited the eye to peruse through the bands of chroma and explore the distinct colors as they blurred through one another. It was almost hypnotic.
Sitting near the start of their campfire for the rest, Desda the deer bard smiled over at Mandy. “It is so pretty! Do you know what it does yet?”
“Eh, not until we get a mage to identify it…” Mandy sighed, looking away from the necklace to regard Desda. Even when lounging Desda’s attire did very little to hide just how insanely stacked she was. There wasn’t a skirt that could feasibly hide the space between her thighs and what occupied it. Mandy couldn’t even look at her party member without getting flustered and turning her attention back to the necklace.
Mandy’s ringed tail twitched and swished away. Sure, she knew better for certain… but the curiosity was nibbling at her and it only took a little arousal to completely cloud her judgement. Or maybe it just took the poison from the dart trap they triggered while looting the dungeon. And if we’re being honest the necklace was seemingly hypnotic. All the same, something was the straw that broke the camel’s back and made Mandy slip the necklace around her neck.
As soon as the necklace settled on her, Mandy began to feel this deeply pleasant emotion. It was as if the sun was shining on her brighter and the ambient warmth of the air was more soothing and enticing. This feeling wasn’t entirely delineated by wholesome descriptors as Mandy too felt a lurid rush as her member urged itself down her tight pant leg to throb in deep excitement. Before Mandy even had a time to regard it the pearl of the necklace began to emit its mysterious light again ahead of Mandy.
Suddenly, Mandy was looking at herself. An out of body experience entirely but there was no moment where Mandy was able to snap out of it or walk back into her skin. She looked down at herself and saw her clothing and gear, saw her paws opening and closing, but then when she looked forwards she saw herself again. Except, the herself she was looking at wasn’t quite as sharp. She had this vacant smile and eyes that followed the newer Mandy more closely than anything. Mandy walked around the vacant self with glowing curiosity.
“Um… Desda?”
“Yes, dearie dear?~”
“I put on the necklace, and I think it cloned me?!”
That piqued Desda’s curiosity. The starry deer stood up from her rest and walked over to orbit around the necklace equipped Mandy. She looked her over curiously and then peered at the throbbing erection in her pants. Desda looked down at herself and noticed her own skirt was tenting terribly.
With very little bridging and a shocking lack of caution, Desda blurted out “Do you mind if I use her?”
“Use… her?” Mandy emphasized both words. “She’s me? And use?”
“Yeah, like…” Desda leaned in close and groped the Mandy still wearing the pearl necklace at her crotch. “Oh she’s really, really excited. Such a cute pearly necklace too. C’mon~”
“That doesn’t seem right to me…” Mandy snapped her fingers but suddenly the pearl clone nodded her head.
“Do it… do it~” She said.
“Oh that is weird…” Mandy blinked. “She must have a little piece of me in her. Maybe the necklace just leaves one emotion or drive inside the clones it makes and…” Mandy then noticed that Desda was already disrobing the Pearlself and preparing to enjoy her. “Desda!” The deer finished pulling down the last article and the Pearlself stood there smiling and throbbing in the air.
Desda pushed the Pearlself over so she was bent over. Desda lifted her skirt and let her own monstrous equine member emerge from its shelter. The thing was a damn tower and glowing with all the pent up star energies inside of it. “You sure you don’t want to have a go at it?”
“I think if I accidentally get it pregnant somehow we’ll achieve a level of sin the Goddess was never prepared for…” Mandy chimed and shook her head. She turned away.
Sound alone was worse. She could hear herself mewling for it, her voice raising and lower in pitch and blanketing her growingly desperate breath, her gasps sharp and desperate like little hands reaching for Desda and pulling her closer. Mandy could hear Desda hotdog the Pearlself and sloooowly grind back and forth, pushing her goliath up and down. The gentle clap of well endowed meeting well equipped. And then the sound of the two giggling as Desda urged the Pearlself over to the fallen tree so she could rest and bend easier. Her hands pushed down against the wood and the fibers sank and creaked to accompany her slight weight and then groaned louder as Desda laid her wait down on top of the other.
And then the wet sounds of sliding, of the first plap as Desda urged her ally wider. Sloooowly grinding around in a circle to encourage the elasticity she knew would be needed.
Mandy turned her head. She saw her other’s tits swinging forward, saw her face shamelessly spread into a gleeful moaning mess. It was her without the restraint. It was the version of herself she only imagined at the furthest edges of her libido run rampant or at the bottom of her third mug of mead. Desda thrust forward, heavy balls swaying so they slap against the Pearlself’s ass and force those cheeks to clap triumphantly. Desda was just as unrestrained, but she needed no necklace to urge her or collar to force her, she was as free as only the truly rampant and lascivious could be. Mandy watched with her own arousal rising, her own member rising to feel somewhere between Desda and the other her’s levels of lust. She wanted to look away but now she was watching with a surreal sense of… of…
Mandy arrived suddenly. She dropped her pants and let her cock rise and linger just in front of her other. Desda licked her lips and smiled. It was this strange sensation, like when your toes touch the edge of a high up platform. She was looking down at the tugging descent. Her other self hovered nearer and pushed her nose up against Mandy’s balls. Mandy felt her own hard nose, heard herself huff, and watched her adore it. And then she watched as the other opened her mouth and let her broad tongue slide out and slide up along the underside of her cock. She slowly wavered up, her blue eyes heavy with lust and glittering with what was either a sign that the pearl necklace was what made her or some shine that only came out when Mandy was horny. This is what I look like, Mandy thought. This is me when I’m shameless.
Goddess I look so fucking cute.
Her mouth opened and took the entire length. Mandy couldn’t stop herself from thrusting forward, from letting herself enjoy the sounds of the slurping and the rising excitement. It was immediate love, it was the best feeling she had in a long time. She thrust forward as Desda matched the enthusiasm and double it. Mandy was new to hedonism and Desda would never be matched unless she really started letting go.
The log ached and creaked, struggling to contain even itself as the wanton lust seemed instrumental in its possible collapse. The Mandy in the center swayed between the two, her breasts bouncing and joining her cheeks in the lurid sounds that consecrated their camp as a site of true lust.
However, one party was not yet fully satisfied.
Desda slowly reached forward, using middle Mandy’s shoulders as a handle. She pushed all the way forward to the hilt making the poor thing squeal and go so blushy faced that her face was redder than her streak of hair. Desda suddenly grabbed the necklace from her neck and used her magic to hover it over and latch it around the standing Mandy’s neck.
“W-what the—
MMPHMMhGRH… HMMMMM?!”
Suddenly, Mandy wasn’t the one doing the thrusting. Her eyes darted up and she saw that vacant pearly gaze coming out of the standing one, the one who was pushing her cock down her throat. Mandy was the one in the middle and Pearlself carried over all that lusty lack of restrain into pushing her cock forward with no restraint whatsoever. She fucked Mandy’s throat while Desda pushed forward the last few thrusts needed.
There was no room for thinking. Mandy could barely register that she was swapped so suddenly before the pleasure had clouded her entirely like crystal clear water filling with a rush of debris shrouding everything. All that was left was pleasure.
The pair came in near unison. First it was the Pearlself exploding loud and happily inside of the center member, and shortly after it was Desda after she saw she was behind and she pushed herself in just the right most sensitive way to fill the gap.
Mandy was laid gently on the ground, her head against the log. Desda blew a few ropes on Mandy’s tits for the sake of the aesthetic. Mandy gasped and curled her toes as she squeezed her own cock, cumming out the last little bit of arousal in herself. She gasped slowly and floated on the clouds of her orgasm. `
“That necklace is pretty fun!” Desda smiled. “I should definitely keep it~ I can stop using you before missions and make my own me to have fun with! Isn’t that great, Mandy dear?~”
“Y-yeah…” Mandy gasped. “F-fantastic…” Mandy slid the necklace off her neck. After a few moments, the Pearlself returned like a beam of light into the necklace. Mandy could feel the arousal the other had slowly enter her, memories synching up, the gap between them closed and the sensation of a second afterglow seeping into Mandy so deep that she just had to…
Yeah… a nap sounded good. As soon as Mandy passed out, Desda placed the raccoon in her sleeping bag and nabbed the necklace. She was going to need a few rounds.