Chapter 6 - Chapter 6

We're in the home stretch now, plot-wise. I'm expecting one more chapter.

Content for this chapter: fff fingering oral

It wasn't quite as simple as just walking out of the apartment, of course. Zyria and Miri had to buy themselves as much time as possible before their escape was discovered, and that required more work and preparation.

Neither of them was intending to kill the Blaidwicks in cold blood, though Miri admitted she was tempted. That meant they had to ensure that their prisoners were unable to escape, even after Zyria and Miri had left. Fortunately, their ex-captors had given them all the tools they would need. Zyria spent some time reprogramming the apartment's security system while Miri explained matters to the Blaidwicks.

There was an initial shout of rage, which ended abruptly. Zyria, at the keyboard, smiled to herself. They had control of the collars that were now around the Blaidwicks' necks. Which she was using now to restrict their activities in much the same way they Agents had been restricted., while patching the hole that had allowed them to free themselves.

When the necessary setup was complete, the Agents tried to find some appropriate clothing that wouldn't attract attention when they left. It was not easy.

"All I've got is lots of variations on maid's uniforms, and you've got short skirts and skimpy tops," Miri complained.

"We could just wear those," Zyria suggested. "There are people who dress like that, even on a normal day."

Miri shook her head. "Let's look through our gracious hosts' wardrobe first. When I leave here I would really like to not be wearing the kinds of things they dressed me in."

Zyria had to agree, and ten minutes later they were looking through a pile of clothing strewn across the bed.

"This shirt might fit," Zyria said, holding it up, "and I could pair it with a skirt or something." She looked down at herself. "The only trouble is that I'm not going to stand out no matter what I wear." She held up a fur-covered hand and let the claws slide from her fingertips. "This is beyond the reach of normal grafting tech."

Miri looked up from her own pile of clothes where she was trying to find something that would fit her, and not having too much luck. Irina was a lot taller than her. She tilted her head and considered Zyria.

"We could make you look like a tourist from Earth," she suggested. "They're a bit ahead of us on the bio-engineering front. It's just possible that some weird rich people could have engineered their kid something like twenty years ago. You can pass for that, and then pretend to be a spoiled rich girl out seeing the stars. I've seen some of the richer Earth tourists, and some of the younger ones were engineered almost as much as you are." She examined the clothes Zyria was holding up. "But you'll have to pick some other clothes. Those are too businesslike. Fashion among the younger set of rich Terrans trends toward the more revealing, with lots of bright colors."

Zyria stared at her for a moment, then shook herself. "You're the expert," she said, dropping the shirt and looking for something different.

"That was almost my favorite part of the job, you know," Miri said quietly beside her, "playing a role, making people see what you want them to see." She sighed. "It's one of the ways I tried to keep thinking of this as a mission, keeping up to date with the current state of... well, fashion, and society outside the apartment. I'm glad I still had access to media."

Zyria reached out and touched her shoulder. "Come on, let's find some clothes. We'll be out of here soon."

***

Around noon, they stepped outside through the front doors of the apartment building and into watery sunlight. Zyria tried to keep up a normal, confident pace that wouldn't draw attention, but after only a few meters she heard a muffled sob from Miri, beside her.

Zyria looked at her, then slung an arm over her shoulder and led her toward the wall, out of the flow of pedestrian. There weren't that many, but they should still make sure they weren't overheard.

"What's wrong?" she asked, in a low voice.

Miri sniffled and took a deep breath. "It's been a year since I've been even this far outside," she whispered. "I'm a little overwhelmed."

Zyria didn't know how to reply to that. She hugged her closer and patter her shoulder. Miri gave her a watery smile.

"Just give me a moment."

***

It didn't take long for Miri to pull herself together, and soon they were on their way to Zyria's house. They had decided to go there first since it was a little more out of the way than Miri's apartment, and though -- like all Agents' homes -- it was kept under light surveillance, for the Agents' protection -- Zyria knew how to avoid the sensors.

Zyria drew a lot of stares on the walk to the subway station, so much so that she let Miri handle getting a couple of cheap burner phones from a tiny shop along the way. She tried to look like a tourist, with a generous helping of arrogance, and managed to avoid any real interactions with people by walking fast and assuming that everyone would get out of her way.

They had looted the Blaidwicks' apartment, and put it to good use by getting a private cabin for the twenty minute trip to Zyria's neighborhood.

After that, it was only a five minute walk. They made their way through the park that abutted Zyria's back yard. When they neared the fence, Zyria motioned to Miri to wait, then jumped and swung up into one of the trees bordering her yard. There were sensors monitoring the perimeter, but Zyria knew their blind spots. She moved easily along the branches, her claws digging into the bark, and reached the big tree shading the back of her house.

The jump from there to her bedroom window was a lot easier in her current body than it normally would have been, and a minute later she silently stepped inside. She let out a breath she didn't realize she'd been holding. There were no further sensors inside.

With a quick glance at the clock, Zyria decided that her original was most likely having lunch, so she made her way down to the kitchen. She began to hear the sounds of cutlery on earthware and glass as she approached the bottom of the stairs. When she reached the kitchen door, she took a deep breath and, moving slowly and trying to look nonthreatening, swung it open.

The sounds stopped abruptly as her original caught sight of her. Zyria had half a second to take in her original -- she was sitting behind the kitchen table, wearing a roomy pair of sweatpants and a loose t-shirt, with her skin still dyed pastel green and her hair dark blue -- before she shot up, pushing back her chair while her hand curled around one a knife. Zyria had to act quickly.

"Er... Blue squirrels eat silent asparagus?" she said, leaving her hands by her sides and trying to look small.

Her original's brow wrinkled, but she stopped her rush forward. "I don't remember you," she said, warily. "Or... that," she added, waving at Zyria. Zyria knew she meant her current cat-like, tiger-striped body.

"You wouldn't. There are things going on you don't know about."

The other Zyria still looked uncertain, even after the security code. Zyria knew that it was good in theory -- the code couldn't be broken since, because of the Device, she had been able to make it up and keep it in reserve without ever having to tell anyone else -- but being confronted with an unexpected duplicate was bound to be shocking.

"Tell me about Bobbi Nenting," her original ordered, as she slowly edged toward the kitchen drawer which Zyria knew contained a hidden pistol. She'd have to talk fast.

"We met when we were five," she said, "and we didn't like each other at first, even though Mom made us play together when we went to the park. But then when we were twelve, he suddenly kissed me, when we were walking along that grassy bit behind the East wing of the school." She watched her original carefully, as her movements slowed and her expression turned more curious. "It didn't turn into anything then, but we became friends. And when we were fifteen we dated for a few months before I broke it off because I had a crush on On-ji in the class above us, and I didn't dare tell him why."

Her original came to a stop and frowned. "I never told anyone about that," she said.

"I never dared to even talk to On-ji, and a week later she started dating Dave Ngawa," Zyria added.

The other Zyria lowered her hands, then gestured toward the table.

"Alright, let's say I believe you. You'd better explain what's going on."

Zyria smiled, careful not to show too many sharp teeth. "One minute. There's someone else with me, and we should let her in first."

***

The two of them explained to Zyria's original what had been going on and how the Directorate had betrayed them. The original Zyria found it difficult to believe at first, and Zyria had to bring out another couple of episodes to provide more proof that she was indeed one of Zyria's duplicates, but eventually she believed them.

Zyria watched as her original leaned back in her chair, a downcast look on her face. She knew exactly how she was feeling, of course, and knew that it would take her a while to process that the agency she had been working for for several years now was corrupt to the top.

"Think about it for a bit," Zyria told her. "We don't need to act right this minute, and Miri needs to get into contact with her original anyway." She turned to Miri. "You wanted do that now, right?"

Miri nodded. "We'd best get together somewhere that isn't know to the SID." She thought for a moment. "There's a big hotel by the shuttle station. It's always busy, so we can get in there pretty anonymously. Can you arrange a room where we can talk and send us the details?" She laid one of the phones they had bought on the table. "Here, you can use this to contact us. I've programmed our other phone's address in."

Zyria's original looked up with a weak smile. "Just like a mission," she said and turned to Zyria. "We'll meet them there, OK?"

***

Zyria let her original handle arranging the room and tried to stay as out of sight as she could manage. They entered through a side entrance and used the automated system to reserve a room, then went up in an elevator at the rear of the hotel. They managed to reach their room with a minimum of interaction with other people, though Zyria still got the unavoidable stares. She was lucky that an -- undoubtedly Earth-born -- man who had been heavily engineered to look very lizard-like entered the lobby just after they did, and drew a lot of attention.

Zyria was happy when the hotel room door finally fell closed behind her.

"I'm not saying I don't like the attention," she announced, "but not when I'm trying to be inconspicuous. I hope we can Reintegrate soon."

Her original sat down on the bed. "To be honest, so am I," she said. "Not that I doubt that you've had some experiences I might prefer not to remember," she added quickly, "but that looks like a body I'd like to experience."

Zyria sat down beside her, kicked off her sandals and stretched out a foot, spreading her toes wide and extending her claws. "It is," she admitted. "Under normal circumstances this would rate as one of our best duplicates. Quick and strong and sensitive, and overall just really different." She looked sideways at her other self. "It's one of the reasons we signed up for the duplication program." Then she shifted uncomfortably on the soft mattress. "The tail can be a pain, though."

Her original stroked a hand over Zyria's furry arm. "I guess we should get ready for the Miris to get here," she said. "I've got a couple more questions about what you found out. We should talk those over before they get here."

Zyria lay back onto the bed, her legs dangling off the edge. "I guess so. It's not time to relax just yet."

They quickly fell into the 'one mind in two bodies'-conversation that was always one of the best parts of returning from a mission and getting a chance to speak to her duplicates, ideas passing between them in only a couple of words, two near-identical minds looking at problems from different angles and almost making her feel like her brain had simply gotten bigger.

***

By the time there was a knock on the door, Zyria's original was fully caught up on Zyria's time in captivity, and the brainstorming of their options had started.

Zyria went to the door and checked the peephole. There were two Miris there, the one Zyria had gotten familiar with during her time in captivity plus her original, who was wearing a neat business suit, set off by violet-dyed hair in a neat ponytail. As soon as Zyria opened the door, the black-haired Miri rushed in, fairly bouncing on her feet, while the other followed more sedately, looking faintly amused at her duplicate's attitude.

"She knew!" the duplicate exclaimed, as soon as the door closed.

"What?" Zyria could tell she was getting in sync with her original; both of them had shouted at the same time, and turned identical surprised looks on Miri's original, who held up a hand in a calming gesture.

"Not about you!" she said, quickly. "But I knew there was something wrong with the Directorate."

Zyria exchanged a look with her original. "What-" they began again, until Miri waved them into silence.

"Let me explain," she said, taking the chair from the small desk in the corner of the room and sitting down in it at the foot of the bed, facing the other three.

"Yeah, I haven't heard all of it yet, either," the other Miri said as she sat down next to the Zyrias.

Her original tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and looked nervous for a moment. "You've got to understand, I had no idea they were making duplicates to sell,*" she said. "*She's one of mine! I would have done something sooner if I'd known." She sighed and leaned back in her chair.

"I noticed the first irregularities maybe eight months ago," she began. "I was doing some research for a mission, and I needed some info from the more classified parts of the internal network. Ii ran into some references to the Directorate's financials, and some of the money movements didn't make sense. I brought it up with my handler, but he explained them away, and I dropped it, at first." She winced. "That probably saved me. I'm sure if I'd been more persistent, then, something would have happened to me. But I kept thinking about it. My handler's explanation didn't quite make sense."

She stood up and took three quick steps toward the wall, then turned and began pacing in the other direction, one of her hands waving in the air with agitation.

"I managed to get a hold of Mrs. Yenks' login credentials. She's not as careful about security as she should be. Anyway, I did some more digging under her account. She has better access than me, so now I could look deeper, and I found even more things that didn't add up. Money coming in from non-government accounts, money going out to unknown accounts that I managed to tie to high-level staff..."

She reached her chair again and sat down so quickly it almost tipped over. "At first I thought it was just bribery, but there were way too many people involved."

"We found quite a few, too," the other Miri put in. "It's why we figured that the Blaidwicks didn't just have an in with one of the technical people."

"Yes, right," her original agreed. "After about a month, I'd found something on pretty much all the high-level people at the Directorate, right up to the director." She sighed. "And I couldn't even go to the government or to Congress, since I'd found links to their people, too. I know that I don't know about everyone who's involved, because there are some money trails I can't track all the way."

"So you're running into the same problem we are: you don't have anyone to go to with this," Zyria said, falling back onto the bed again. "That means we still don't have a way out."

"That's... not quite true," Miri said, as her duplicate turned to the Zyrias with a gleeful look on her face.

"Oh?"

"I, er... did get noticed while I was digging around on the network. It's OK!" she added quickly, at the others' alarmed looks. "I was contacted by an agent of [AGENCY] about six months ago. They've been investigating our agency and government for corruption and human rights violations for a bout a year now."

"You're working with a foreign government?" Zyria's original burst out.

Zyria found herself jumping in , noting to herself how even a fairly short time being held in captivity had changed her viewpoint here. "Well, what else are we supposed to do! If the corruption runs this deep, we have to take what help we can find!"

She saw Miri's duplicate nod along furiously, a hard expression on her face. "Face it," she said, "we've been betrayed, and we need to do what we can to get through this."

Zyria covered her original's hand with her own. "The only thing the two of us could think come up with while we were talking just now was to get off-planet and send what we've found out to as many members of Congress and the Justice Departments as we could. Let's just hear her out and see if she has better options."

"Well, alright," her other self said, turning back to Miri. "So what's the plan?"

"That's... still a bit of a problem. We were planning to gather information for a couple more months, then do a more overt break-in to get the info we can't get covertly. Then catch a ship and deliver it to the authorities on Earth, and have them intervene. But your escape is going to be noticed in a few days at most. Plus, if they're making duplicates as slaves, we have to stop them as soon as we can. I'm going to have to contact Agent Oko and figure out our next move. I'm afraid we're going to have the break-in tomorrow, in a rush."

"Wait, Oko?" Zyria's original asked. "Sophitia Oko, the little Integration technician?"

Miri leaned back in her chair and smiled. "The same. The [AGENCY] knew that the lower-level people aren't screened as carefully as researchers or agents, so she infiltrated the SID as a tech." She looked around at the others. "I've got a secure contact for her. Let me contact her now, then we can see what she has to say about our options."

"Go ahead," Zyria said. "I hope she can come up with something."

Miri took out her phone and tapped the screen a few times, then put it to her ear.

"Hello, Agent Oko? We have a problem..."

***

Miri's conversation wasn't quick. After a few minutes, when it became obvious that it was going to take a while, she looked helplessly at the other three and walked into the hotel room's tiny bathroom.

Zyria turned to her original and shrugged. "I guess we wait..." she said.

"I guess so." Her original sighed and stretched her arms. "So, fur. What's that like?" she asked, obviously changing the subject to distract from the tension as they waited for Miri's conversation to end.

The Miri who was still with them laughed nervously. "I think it's nice," she said, before Zyria could reply.

Zyria's original turned to her in surprise, and Zyria could feel her face heat up. She was glad that her fur covered her blush. When she caught Miri's gleeful expression, she sighed. It was a little silly to feel embarrassed about anything in the company of her other self. Pretty much by definition, she would have done the exact same thing in her place.

"Do you mean-" her original began.

"Yes, what you think she means," Zyria replied. Her other self gave her a half-surprised, half-embarrassed look. She must be thinking the same thing Zyria was. "We bonded in a difficult situation," Zyria explained.

Both of them were aware that that kind of thing wasn't necessary to give her an excuse to 'explore' her different bodies, though it was rare that she did so with a fellow agent. That part, at least could be blamed on the situation.

Her other self looked sideways at Miri. Zyria was sure she knew what she was thinking. Miri knew all about what it was like to be Duplicated. She had been with another version of Zyria already, and she was an attractive woman...

"I know what you're thinking," Zyria said, and looked past her to Miri. "The other Miri is probably going to be busy for a while, so what will we do to pass the time?" She leered at Miri, hoping that she had read her correctly.

Miri looked innocently at Zyria's original. "If it turns out that we're going to have to do a break-in at the SID, we're probably not going to have much time before we have to do a rushed Reintegration while we're there." She smiled. "Zyria told me you like to... explore your different bodies before the Reintegration," she added.

While Zyria's original looked uncertain, Zyria herself reached across her and put a hand on Miri's knee.

"Are you hinting at something?" she teased.

Miris smirked an leaned over the supine body between them. "We need to wait anyway while my other instance talks with her contact," she said huskily. "And I have to confess I'm curious what you're like without the fur."

"Oh? Is this not good enough?" Zyria asked, suppressing a giggle and darting forward to nip at Miri's lower lip.

"Oh, fuck it!" her other self burst out. "I know where this is going!" Miri and Zyria both turned to look down at her as she went on, "And what the hell, we've got some time to kill."

She reached out, her hands grabbing both of them by the shoulders and pulling them down until they collapsed on top of her. She tilted her had and Zyria knew what she wanted. She opened her mouth just as their faces met, her tongue snaking out to play along her original's lips, which opened eagerly to let her long, rough tongue in.

Zyria put a hand on her original's cheek, tilting her head and deepening the kiss as she pressed her body against her side. Miri mold herself to the other side of the body between them, flinging an arm over her chest to tweak Zyria's nipples while she kissed at her original's neck.

After a few moments, Zyria's other self moved too, an arm wriggling under Zyria's body and holding her close. Fingers trailed through the fur on Zyria's back, along her spine and down to her butt. They curled around the base of her tail, making her let out a tiny moan into her original's mouth and eliciting an inquisitive sound from her.

Zyria broke the kiss with a last lick at her other self's lips and explained, "The base of my tail is really sensitive."

"Oh," her original said, rubbing a thumb at the base of Zyria's spine. "T think the fur feels nice. Bit of a shame that your tits are smaller, though," she added, flicking one of Zyria's dark, hard nipples with her other hand.

"It's part of the while athletic, catlike build. I'm just happy I don't have six of them," Zyria said, making Miri laugh against the side of the other Zyria's neck.

Zyria's other self chuckled as well and continued to explore Zyria's body with her hands. "Anything more you want to tell me about that body?" she asked. "Anything you particularly like?"

Zyria thought for a moment, then nipped at her original's ear. "The ears are interesting," she mused. "Good hearing, of course, and the way I can move them is nice. Plus they're sensitive, in a good way."

She ran her rough tongue along the shell of her other self's ear, making her shiver.

"Plus the teeth and claws are nice," she added, sliding one hand under the other Zyria's neat shirt, extending the claws and pricking the skin her stomach, making her shiver.

Miri whispered into the side of her nick, quietly but loud enough for Zyria's sensitive hearing to pick it up as wal. "I played with your duplicate, and I'd like to see what the the differences with the original are..."

Zyria watched as her original closed her eyes while Miri's hand and caressed her stomach over her shirt, moving down, passing over the waistband of her pants until it reached the juncture of her thighs. She cupped her groin with her hand, pressing the heel against her mons in a way that, Zyria knew, put a delicious pressure on her clit.

"Why don't you look and find out," Zyria's original said, slowly. Zyria knew she was probably still hesitant about having sex with a fellow Agent, but she had clearly made her decision. These were exceptional circumstances, after all -- they probably wouldn't be able to go back to the Agency.

"I'll help," Zyria encouraged her. She nipped at her other self's lips again, and dug in her claws a little more, careful not to break the skin. she knew that her original had to be curious and attracted to the dangerous air of this body. It would add to the excitement, though she knew that she was going to go for Miri first.

She was right. After a few moments, the other Zyria pulled away from her and took a hold of the back of Miri's head, tilting her back to that she could plant a searing kiss on her lips. Zyria smiled to herself as she watched the two women kiss. She knew the impact that the SID's betrayal had had -- was still having, she should know since she felt exactly the same -- and she knew she had to take the opportunity to relax. If that happened to make Miri happy as well, that was a bonus.

She sat up, moved Miri's hand aside -- making her original hum a protest without breaking the kiss -- and began taking off her other self's pants. The buttons opened easily, and she got as much help from her subject as she could give without breaking contact with Miri. That left only her thin white panties. For a moment, Zyria considered simply ripping them apart with her claws, but she stopped herself. They might have to move quickly when Miri's original finished speaking with her contact, and she knew that these pants were uncomfortable without underwear. When she pulled the panties down her original's legs,
they stuck against her damp lips for a second before pulling away.

She watched for a second as the two women tangled their fingers in each others' hair while their tongues wrestled each other. Then se began undoing the buttons on her other self's shirt, taking the opportunity to slide one hand under the fabric to continue drag her claws over the sensitive skin of her stomach and up until she cupper her breast. There was a muffled yelp when she pinched a nipple with the sharp tips of her claws, and she smirked when she opened the shirt completely and attacked the other breast as well.

She bent down, licking a path up her original's smooth stomach and dipping the tip of her tongue into the belly button, holding her in place as she giggled, muffled by Miri's mouth, and squirmed on the bed. When she moved further upwards, licking back and forth across her other self's torso until she finally reached the underside of her breasts, she had to hold her counterpart's twitching legs in place with her own to stop her from throwing her off.

She nipped at each nipple in turn with her front teeth, then began to retrace her path, licking and nipping at the stomach and slowly following her nose to her original's quickly-lubricating pussy. Before she reached it, however, there was gasping intake of breath from above her and Miri appeared by her side. She pecked Zyria on the cheek before pushing her aside.

"I want to compare the taste first," she giggled.

Zyria moved aside and looked to her original's face. She was looking back at them, and Zyria caught her gaze, looking into hazel eyes which suddenly widened as, with a wet slurp, Miri fastened her mouth to the wet pussy in front of her. Zyria's eyes drifted down, to where here original's breasts jiggled with the movement of her chest as she suddenly breathed in deeply, and exhaled haltingly.

"Oh!" her original breathed, her eyes focusing on Miri's face between her legs.

"Yes, she's good at that," Zyria agreed, remembering her enthusiasm the night before. She crawled up the bed and knelt down next to her other self, bringing her hands to those familiar breasts again and beginning a series of teasing pinches and caresses as wet sounds started up  from between her legs.

The other Zyria tried to speak, but her words quickly became lost in panting breaths and moans. Zyria watched as her face reddened while she squirmed on the bed, not wanting to break the contact of Miri's skillful mouth with her cunt but unable to stop herself from moving. Eventually Zyria decided to help and pinned her in place, lightly digging her nails into her shoulders before bending down and capturing her mouth again in a heated kiss.

She enjoyed the feeling of her original's tongue playing against her own and exploring her sharp teeth while the vibrations of her moans filled the air between them. Then her original's hands pulled Zyria down, their chest pressing against each other while those same hands roamed over Zyria's back, playing with the short fur until they found the base of her tail again. Blunt human fingernails scratched at the slightly longer fur there, making Zyria moan as well as she molded her body against her other self's.

She breathed in through her nose, detecting the smell of sex that was quickly filling the room, three similar but different scents of excitements filling her nostrils.

More fingers found her leg and quickly ran up her thigh, brushing briefly against her other self's before dipping down, skimming between her asscheeks and finding her hot, wet pussy. Miri wasted no time before plunging her fingers inside, Zyria's groan of pleasure accompanied by a squeak from her counterpart as she jerked under her -- no doubt because Miri was paying her similar attention as well.

Before long, Miri's fingers were thrusting into both their pussies, filling the room with wet sounds from their sopping cunts as well as their moans. Zyria's original writhed under her, her peaked nipples rubbing against Zyria's chest as Zyria imagined what her fellow agent's tongue and fingers were doing to her duplicate's pussy.

Soon, though, it became hard to form any coherent thoughts, the continuing searing kiss making her light-headed as more fingers found her pussy, three of them pumping in and out of her and stretching her channel wide. Miri's thumb found her clit, rubbing at it with every thrust, and Zyria thought, giddily, that she was showing an impressive amount of coordination as she worked at the two Zyria's pussies with her mouth and both hands.

Then she had to hold on as hard as she could when her original moaned loudly into her mouth and thrashed beneath her, squirming in place while her eyes rolled back in her head. Zyria recognized the signals of a particularly good orgasm, drawn out as Miri refused to let up and continued to fingerfuck both of them.

A moment later, as her original was coming down from her peak, Zyria jerking in surprise as Miri's movements slowed just long enough for her pinky finger to find its way to Zyria's other hole, the fluids form her pussy that were covering the area more than enough to ensure that it slipped inside easily. Her sphincter clenched and relaxed around the sudden intruder while the thrusts sped up again, Miri's fingers now pummeling both her holes hard while her thumb still rubbed hard against her clit with every thrust.

Zyria's other self broke their kiss to look up at her, disheveled but smiling in pleasure. "In... your ass... too?" she stammered, smiling wickedly while her fingers curled around Zyria's tail and pulled lightly, setting a flood of pleasure racing up her spine.

Zyria nodded unsteadily before diving back down and licking a wide swath along the side of her other self's neck.

She felt the pleasure build inside her, her moans turning into near-growls as Miri's fingers fucked her holes faster and faster. She nipped at her original's earlobe, making the body underneath her jump and yelp in surprise. Then coordinated movement became impossible and she slumped down as she felt her climax get closer and closer.

Her other self recognized the signs, and just before she came, Zyria caught a wicked smirk on her familiar face. Then a few fingers uncurled from her tail and a moment later joined Miri's slim pinky in her ass, stretching it suddenly wide.

The unexpected invasion was too much for Zyria. Her moans turned into a loud yowl as her limbs spasmed hard. Both her holes clenched hard around the fingers filling them and her hard nipples fled like pebbles digging into her original's chest. Miri's fingers continued their movements, drawing out Zyria's orgasm and making her jerk in time with the brushes of Miri's thumb over her clit.

It felt like her orgasm lasted forever as her eyes rolled in her head and she felt unable to breathe until finally her muscles stopped clenching and relaxed. Miri's fingers slowed and finally stopped, slipping out of her loosening holes and making her feel suddenly empty. She gasped for breath and, arms feeling nerveless and limp, managed to roll onto her back beside her original.

"Wow," she breathed, and it turned into a giggle as she heard her other self echo her thoughts.

After a minute or so, she blinked slowly and looked toward Miri, who was sitting on her haunches between their tangled legs and grinning down at the two of them.

"You're really good," she heard her other self say.

"Told you," she mumbled. She looked into Miri's eyes and smiled back at her. "Just give me a minute and I'll repay the favor," she added, trying to get her breath back.

"There won't be time for that."

It was Miri's voice, but Miri hadn't spoken. That meant... Zyria craned her neck and looked behind Miri. The other Miri was standing in the doorway, her annoyed expression spoiled by her lips trying to curve into a smile.

"Huh?" Zyria heard her original ask, as both of them struggled upright.

"I just finished talking to Sophitia -- thanks for the sound effects, by the way, they made me sound very professional -- and she agrees we'll need to move fast." She moved into the room, and Zyria was impressed by how well she could stalk and seem to tower over everyone in the room, despite the fact that she wasn't a tall woman. She continued, "We're going to have to break into the SID tomorrow, way ahead of schedule."

Zyria almost wanted to apologize. She had experienced one or two rushed operations in her time, and they were never easy.

"So, what's the plan?" the other Miri asked.

Her original dropped into a chair. "We're going to have to come up with one. Sophitia is on her way, but the four of us are the ones who are most familiar with the layout of the building, and you Zyrias are the longest-serving Agents here. We should get started on an infiltration plan and decide which objectives are achievable. Sophitia can offer some technical support, but most of the work is going to fall to us." She looked at the other three women, naked and disheveled on the bed, and sighed. "So get cleaned up quickly and we'll get to work."
