Dungeons and Dalliances

5.11 – Clone

Before Natalie made any moves to experiment with her illusions, she stalked toward Camille, who, eyes widening, backpedaled—probably because of the expression on Natalie's face.

"Woah. Wait. What?"

Natalie grabbed the mage's hips and pushed them into the wall, not so gently. Keeping her pinned there, she leaned forward until her lips hovered an inch from Camille's. The girl quaked in place, amusingly easy to make react. She panted hot air onto Natalie's mouth.

"Don't worry," Natalie murmured. "Just wanted to kiss. Not mad at how rough you were, or anything."

Camille laughed, a breathy exhalation. She didn't protest as Natalie finished closing the gap. They shared a long, lingering kiss that got more heated as it went. When Natalie broke off, she looked at the girl with half-lidded eyes, feeling warm, and also a bit smug.

"You sure act confident," Natalie said. "But it's not hard to turn that around. It's all an act."

Camille swallowed, eyes flickering across her face. Natalie was close enough to feel the pounding of her heart. Her tits were pressed up against the other girl's, her knee teasing between her legs.

"Not sure what you mean," Camille said breathily.

"You're trembling."

"Allegedly."

Natalie laughed. She eased off the other woman. The feigned bravado was pretty cute.: the funny mix of confidence and vulnerability that showed as soon as Natalie put a little pressure on.

"Alright," Natalie said. "Let's do this. Illusion training. Where should I start? With who?"

"Tess?"

"Weren't you the one saying that was weird?"

"Yeah. But aren't you two girlfriends now? I've seen you around."

"It's just a casual thing. We're not girlfriends."

Camille snorted. "A 'casual thing'. You have a lot of those, don't you?"

"Not that many."

"You're fucking half our class."

"Not even."

"Your entire team. Plus me. And several others around campus."

"I'm—" She paused. She'd been about to say, 'I'm not fucking my entire team, or you', but that was more of a semantics argument. "Whatever. But Tess? You really think we should?"

"Mm," Camille said. "Actually, I've got a better idea. Use me."

"You?"

"That way, we can test some things." She grinned. "Like how accurate it is. Assuming you haven't been peeping on me." She fiddled with her uniform's neckline, teasing it lower. "I've got a birthmark. Think magic will keep things accurate?"

From memory, Tess's naked image had been pretty realistic to the real thing, so she assumed so. But this was a great way to confirm it. "Huh. Okay, sure."

Several weeks of training meant she didn't need her hammer to form the spell. Plus, lewd uses of her abilities had always come more naturally than real ones. She threw in an [Empower] to help, which, again, she recognized as a waste of carnal energy, but she was allowed some inefficiencies. She'd be making up the points with Camille.

Light swirled and solidified in front of them, forming an exact replica of Camille. With one difference: the mage was nude, her body fully exposed, not an inch of fabric anywhere. The image blinked down at herself, then jolted, her hands shooting up to cover her tits and between her legs. She blushed furiously.

"Wait. Why is she doing that?" Camille asked. "Blushing like that?"

The image stood there, red-faced, but didn't reply. Camille stepped forward and poked her on the shoulder. To both of their surprises, Camille-Two's—or, Natalie guessed, Cam for short—skin indented where Camille pressed, and Cam took a step back in protest. She glared at Camille, rubbing her shoulder, while awkwardly still trying to keep her body covered up.

"I can touch her?" Camille exclaimed. "You can do that?"

"Didn't know until just now." She'd had suspicions that was where the ability was headed, though. "Leveled up. Came with a boost, I guess."

Fortunately, Camille bought the explanation without question. Or rather, she was too focused on their new arrival. Cam. Herself.

"Yeah, that's my birthmark, sure enough," Camille said, tracing a finger across the lower left side of Cam's stomach. "So unless you really have been spying on me in the shower …"

"Peeping is your thing, not mine," Natalie said dryly.

"Then yeah, it predicts our bodies. Which is kinda crazy." She paused. "And, wait, if we can touch her, then can't you …" she turned to Natalie and blushed furiously, not finishing the sentence.

Fuck her.

For some reason, Natalie also blushed, though she didn't know why. Camille was already prepared to throw herself at Natalie, so why would the idea of fucking a fake illusion be more flustering than the real thing?

Camille quickly recovered, turning back to the illusory image. "She reacts, though. That's interesting too. You aren't doing it, right? Controlling her?"

"Nope."

Camille poked Cam on the shoulder a second time, and the illusion glared at her in return. She laughed and slapped the girl on the ass, who jumped and retreated further.

"That's not how you see me, is it? All nervous and blushing? Why is she so fidgety?"

"Definitely not," Natalie said. "But, I dunno, I'd figure it's the illusion predicting your personality. Maybe this is what you would do, in this situation. Appearing randomly, naked, in front of yourself and me."

Camille humphed at that, but after consideration, said, "Honestly, I guess I would be a bit out of it. Anyone would." She laughed and stepped forward, cradling Cam's cheeks in both hands. "Come on, relax, girl. You're about to have so much fun." She pecked the illusion on the lips, surprising both—uh, herself? The clone?—and Natalie. Camille even tugged back on her lower lip, squeezing the girl's ass as she did so. The illusion made her first noise: a groan of pleasure.

Camille pulled away, grinning ear-to-ear—obviously not put off at the fact she'd just groped herself. "That's really something. And—hey, are you hard because of that?"

Natalie looked down to see that, yes, she had sprouted an erection at the show Camille had put on. Natalie shrugged.

"Guess I am."

Camille laughed. "Well, she's our guinea pig for the day. So, go check her out." Camille bit her lip, seeming excited. "I'm not so much a skank I'll let you fuck me our first time, but what's a little fun with illusions, right?"