Twomi or Not Twomi
A rainy day sees poor Tsumi stuck inside alone and left to his own devices. Well, and one of Damienfox Damienfox's devices that sees Tsumi with some very familiar company.
SCAT WARNING.
Twomi or not Tsumi. © Tsumi Moogle '14 Character Themselves.
It had been raining for two days, straight. He loved the rain, usually. The gentle patter of it against the tiles of the roof and the windows, the smell of everything mingled with ozone, the puddles he could jump in, and the way everything squelched underfoot.
But that was when there were people around to enjoy it with. To hunker down with, towelling off and relaxing. And here he was, laying on his bed, staring wistfully out the large window fronting the back-yard. Fully dressed, and no where to go. Juli had his course work.. and an all-night prac at the practising clinic, Sam and Nick had gone to a show a couple towns over, Damien had been busy with work, and Sefra.. ..Well, that was just a silly idea.
He wasn't usually one to pout his misfortunes, but with his arms folded and his gaze panning from the window to the roof, he couldn't help grumping. Lips pursed and mind irksomely blank as he searched the aether for things to do. ..Well, there were things he could -do-, but to try and stave a sulking mood off with -that- was always a very weird thing. Like he was fetishizing being in a bad mood.
With a soft 'shuff' of denim and cotton on so much plush blanketing, the mog Rolled over, huffing and giving a feeble kick of his leg before he paused. His eyes had landed on his chest of drawers, topped with a few picture frames, and nick-knacks, a couple of drawers were open, baring the edge of a shirt, or the page of a book, ...or the odd looking handle of something that had long-since slipped his mind.
It took some effort to muster the strength to rise. Stumbling to his feet and scuffing his sneakers into the carpeting, he crossed his room to look down over the device. Like a cheap-looking toy. The black-furred fox they'd lived near for so long swam to his mind, as he lifted the device up. It was disconcertingly heavy for what appeared to be an over intricate nerf-gun. Only, there were no little foam bullets. Just an empty space. Turning it in his paws, the mog considered the words Damien had given him as he'd handed over the 'toy'.
"Remember, you should only use this if you're really in need of company. Though, I'd kinda like to be there when you use it." There was something strange about the grin on the fox's face. Wistful and cheeky, with an odd steely glint in his eyes that Tsumi could only liken to the look his uncle Nick got, when high as a kite, and facing a stack of his father's pancakes..
"So, what, k'po..?" Tsumi murmured to himself, hefting the device and looking about. Did it just.. shoot out people..? No, that would be silly, even by his standards. The sights of the 'gun' caught a large plush that the moogle had settled on his bed, and with a soft press of the trigger, there was an odd vibrating hum from the device.. a flashing light streaking from the barrel and hitting the toy.. It illuminated brightly for a moment, looking to levitate just so off the bed.. before another bright flash that made the mog rub his eyes erupted.
Blinking and looking up from his paw, Tsumi highly expected to see the plush toy, and part of his bed aflame, ready to start screaming and scrambling for a phone. It helped that the fire department was on speed-dial.
The scream never came though, replaced instead by a shocked gasp. There on the bed, was his plush toy.. And directly beside it, was his plush toy. To every minute detail. Well.. except that the well-loved rabbit-toy's floppy ear was on the other side..
The cogs in his mind whirred, realisation emerging from shock as he stared down at the 'toy' in his hands. Grinning broadly, he looked about, before he caught sight of himself in the mirror of his wall-mounted vanity. The grin only grew and he turned the ray about to face himself.
With a breath, he closed his eyes, and gripping the trigger, squeezed it with both thumbs.
That self same vibrating hum buzzed up his arms, before the flash illuminated his vision even behind his eyelids. He could feel it, as he'd seen it happen to the plush toy. His whole form tingled. Vibrating heavily and warming up. He gasped as the tingle grew into an almost static prickling, and with a sharp flash that felt like a heavy shock, he yelped, slumping back with a thump on the floor. The smell of singed strawberries met his nose, and rapidly, he opened his eyes to start swatting at himself in case he hadn't been as lucky as his plush-toy in the spontaneous combustion department.
Realising though, that he too had not burst into flame, Tsumi sighed, and turned his head. One side of his room as devoid of people as it had been a minute ago. ..until the sound of a scuffing footstep next to him made his head snap back the other way sharply, coming to face a pair of familiar, baggy jeans and plush, high-tops. He swallowed, following the legs up, to a T-shirt under a rather stylish button-up shirt, (He'd have to thank Teio for the birthday gift again.) and then up a very familiar face. Yet at the same time, it was different.
Probably because he wasn't used to looking at his reflection from the underside.
It was himself, sure as kupo, lifting his hands to look over his fingers, feeling his face and chest over, before his wings fluttered and he gave a delighted jump and 'Kupo!' His feet landed with a thud, and grinning wider again, his clone stooped, offering a hand-paw to help him up.
"Hi! I'm Twomi-po." grinned the pink mog, exactly his height, exactly his long-haired, pink-furred, snazzily dressed, and admittedly very adorable clone. Not that Tsumi was vain. Not by any stretch of the imagination. ..Well, that was a rampant lie. He couldn't stop the grin on his face as he admired himself. The clone seemingly only too happy to do similar in kind, before the duo stepped forwards, embracing each other tightly. Twomi stepped a little closer, stepping atop his original's feet, pinning them as he leaned up from the cuddle.
Blushing, Tsumi found his own muzzle approaching him, rubbing noses with a ginger churr that softly buzzed his chest. Reverberating with the exact same noise, he leaned forward, meeting his copy in a tender, toying kiss.
***
It was still raining. Not that he'd taken the effort to keep track of time. But the sun was definitely setting. Laying cosily, wrapped close with his clone, paws stroking along his own naked, velveteen flesh, as he admired the sleek toned form in kind. It was something surreal, to be able to dote on himself in such a way. With both bodies stark nude, and stirring gently, the pink mog grinned, lipping at Twomi's lower-lip, nursing gently. He'd found himself to be a very nice kisser. Not that he'd ever questioned it, just now he had definitive, objective proof.
It had been a whole other experience, playing with himself, playing with every notion and secret little wicked thought that passed through his mind. Because they were the same ones his clone was having. Had had in the past. Twomi knew just how he liked to be touched, knew just what to say to make him shudder, and just what to do to make him arch.
Indeed, after a breather from their last mischievous round, the clone eased up, straddling his original. Stroking over Tsumi's chest, up his arms and grasping his wrists. Beneath his hips, the pinned mog's groin pulsed. Grinning, Twomi chrrled, fluttering his wings anew as he leaned in to kiss his original's nose.
'Mmh.. You're a good kisser, k'po.' Reiterated Tsumi, projecting his thoughts. 'I had no idea I was so good with my muzzle.' giggled the mog. Giggling in turn, Twomi rubbed noses with his original, smiling softly. 'No? Wow, you don't even know the half of it, Tsu-po.' murmured the clone, slowly drawing those bound paws in his grasp up to his muzzle, nosing against the soft palm-pads; nuzzling; kissing against them tenderly and so slowly tonguing up a finger to begin nursing over.
Lidding his eyes, Tsumi moaned gently, hips grinding up, inching Twomi's form up just barely as the silken, warm embrace of those soft lips trailed one digit to another. The soft pass of his tongue trailing gingerly, moistening the strawberry fur. That had been one difference he had been surprised by: Twomi didn't smell, or taste like strawberries. He was instead, a rich, creamy flavour of dark chocolate. Sweet, without the bitter taste of being too dark. Indulgent, in short.. A taste and flavour he'd delighted in rather wantonly.
Such as his clone was now delighting in his. That muzzle slowly bobbed, teasing along finger after finger. The soft tongue grew slicker with the muzzle, and the motions grew smoother, until the copy-mog was nursing on two, then three fingers. Tsumi was quite certain he could see where Twomi was going with this.. It was, after all, his turn to be on bottom, again.
So he thought, at least, until not three, or four fingers sank into that gorgeous, supple heat, but his entire hand. The strawberry moogle's eyes fluttered open with a pointed look of confusion. They focused on Twomi's muzzle, indeed with lips wrapped about his wrist, dismissing any notion that he had mistaken the outlandish feeling. And it grew more outlandish, as the grinning maw holding his hand, yawned, and sank Tsumi's other hand within it's steamy embrace without hassle or concern.
Tsumi could only stare, wide-eyed for the moment as his clone nursed over his hands, suckling gently, tonguing along fur and pad, and gripping gently with his teeth when the pinned mog gave a cautious tug at his arms.
The clone moogle gave a slight shake of his head, still somehow reverberating his muzzle about his original's delectable wrists, before slowly grasping at Tsumi's elbows, and helping himself to more.
Twomi made a low, wet 'glrk'ing sound, and his gullet bulged.
Tsumi gave a tentative yelp, struggling as the adorable maw he had so happily leant his to, and made out with for the better part of the afternoon, began to lean into him in a different fashion. Rather than nursing on his tongue, Twomi was helping himself to forearms, and elbows, with his hands sliding under his original's head.
Yawning his jaws, he guided Tsumi's face into the cavernous depths after his arms, making a point of attention to get the other mog's pompom poised before his face, before he sealed Tsumi's head in his jaws, groaning thickly. The succulent flavour, delectably sweet, subtle, tinged with fear, left his jaws positively running with saliva. Slicking up the velveteen fur as he languidly lidded his eyes, swallowing, lunging his jaws over his original's head and shoulders without issue. Save, perhaps that bending over so much was beginning to be an issue. Particularly with Tsumi's legs beginning to buck and thrash.
Tsumi cried out terribly within the stiflingly taut, heated embrace of his clone's wicked gullet. Muzzle wedged between his arms, he had room to breath, to speak, to see his pompom illuminating his path, or at the very least, the walls which continued to roil inwards in pillowy waves that conformed to every inch of his body. Suffusing fur and form with saliva and heat respectively. The drag of jaws was achingly taut, making him whimper as he felt his clone adjusting over him, sitting over his knees and so casually worm his jaws about, over his slim torso and wings. The tongue mooshing, slathering against him may have, in other circumstances, felt amazing in the job it was doing, tracing every inch of the front of his body, but for his fear, he could barely feel it over his pounding heart-beat, and the grabbing hands adjusting his body..
And reaching the mid-section of his meal, Twomi awkwardly rolled his form about, straightening the struggling mog out ahead of him, and doing little more than bracing those thumping, scrambling legs, permitted his gullet to perform the better part of his job in ingesting his original. Swallow after lazy, undulating swallow, slathering pass of his tongue after idle brushing trail of his blunt finger-claws, he fed the equally slim mog inwards, until his muzzle formed a seal about Tsumi's ankles.
The broad pivoting paws struggled, curling fearfully as within Twomi's gut, Tsumi lay pinned, compressed and nervously poised to be wholly, utterly devoured. He could think of only a few times this had happened.. and normally it was in the company of his friends in the neighbourhood in some friendly, silly game.. Once or twice outside them, with Sefra..
Sefra.. going by how his clone was turning out, the Moonblossom was seeming more and more like he would have been safer company..
Tsumi's pondering on how awkward his fate was, was broken by the final washing brush of Twomi's tongue along his gorgeously supple soles. The heat embracing him entirely rapidly bringing his thoughts back to his position inside a clone of himself. Bound under so much tight flesh, and being toyed over by his own hands.. He felt that final swallow preparing.. and then with a long rippling 'glrrk!' he sluiced down that gullet with a terrified cry, the bulges of his face distending Twomi's rounded gut.
Twomi groaned faintly as those paws slid off the back of his tongue. Eyes fluttering faintly, he almost pursed his lips with displeasure. Not for the meal, or the flavour. No, not by a long shot.. It was the fact that he'd had to give those paws up. Tsumi, like himself, was very proud and careful with his feet after all. The most delectable part of him, to be sure.. Oh well, at least now he had -two- sets of his favourite kicks.
And as the feel of the mog filling his gut finally permitted him to lay back, he began slowly running his hand-paws along his belly with its numerous bulges as the inevitable sounds began. Questions, accusations, he was sure, but through his belly flesh, it could be very hard to make out. Not to mention the odd percolating burble and churning gurgle made it all the harder.
He was certain there were a number of times his name was called, pleas for release, begging the question of why. And they all made him grin. Reclined, savoring the weight of his original sinking him into his own (And new) bed, he slowly jostled his gut, feeling it slosh the struggling mog about.
'Mmm.. Now now, Tsumi, calm down. You'll want to save your energy.' Twomi giggled, licking his lips as he savored the lingering flavours washing over his tongue. 'I want you squirming as long as you can, after all.' His belly writhed frantically, making the predatory clone giggle, moan, and arch. 'Oh don't act so surprised. We both know that clone ray doesn't make things exactly the same.. In fact, I suspect there was a setting we missed.. Because you are, after all, anything but a pred, k'po.' Twomi reached a little groggily, and with some concerted effort, fetched the strange looking device from the window sill nearby.
He, or rather Tsumi, had never really taken that good of a look at it, and it took a few moments of concerted effort to find the little sliding panel that showed off several settings lined around a knob. And it was currently set to 'Predator'.
Rolling over slowly, Twomi groaned his delight as his prodigious belly sloshed and squished gently beneath himself. Tsumi's struggles pushing up at his weight pinning the mog down. 'Ooo... That's a nice feeling, k'po.. definitely gunna keep this up for a while.' the clone murmured, putting the clone ray aside and idly grinding against his belly. Biting his lip, he chrrled thickly. 'By the sound of my belly, you must be missing your fur already, huh k'po? Shame. I do have really nice fur after all.. Still, I suppose this will make things much easier when Juli gets home..' Twomi murmured thoughtfully, eyeing the cloning ray as his belly began struggling anew with avid energy.
Tsumi struggled in the thick heat. His pom was barely illuminated, an unprecedented occurrence in such a thick gloom. The thick glorping churn of the walls roiling, mashing against him and sloshing him about offset by the steady and rhythmic beat of his clone's heartbeat. But with the squishy walls squelching thickly in his ears, hearing most anything was hard. But he had definitely heard Julius' name, and that had renewed a good deal of the strength that the suffusing heat had sapped of him. Little good though his struggles afforded him. The walls were slipping him about easier and easier as he indeed felt a tingle directly on his skin. His fur had washed off.. And even his skin was beginning to tingle. the belly walls felt tighter.
Twomi grinned broadly, chrrling faintly as he kept slowly rocking over his belly, mooshing and compacting the weighted bundle of mog into the cushy embrace of the love-sac. 'Give it a few hours, and you're going to be getting over your fear of water, too, k'po. Though I suppose circling the toilet bowl isn't the ideal place for such a fortuitous change in habit. But, I suppose for a snack, it can't be helped, huh?' Twomi giggled as his belly jostled, writhing out with muffled, weakening squeaks. And feeling the thick air within his belly percolating up, the pink mog suddenly let loose an immense rattling belch. His belly tightened and for several moments the bulges were at their peak, frantically bucking, struggling, pushing out.. and then they began to sag, slumping down feebly..
'Oop.. took too much, I suppose.. still, better for food to quietly accept its place, k'po.' grinned Twomi, picking his teeth with a finger and eyeing a small fleck of pink fur. On he ground, feeling the bulges softening. Occasional tenses of his gut helping wring out more air, not to mention helping wring out faint crunching, cricking noises as his belly shrank.
He rolled onto his back, smiling as he slowly sloshed his belly in circles, groaning as he felt the former mog within, conformed liquidly to his stomach lining.. He lidded his eyes with a soft yawn, licking his lips. 'Mmm.. Ni-night, mogpudge, k'po.' Twomi murmured lightly, grinning, savoring the steady patter of rain on the roof, and the familiar, cosy warmth of his room as he dozed off in a thick, heady torpor.
Opening his eyes, Twomi stretched slowly. His joints popped pleasingly as he slid slowly from his bed, stumbling slightly for the extra weight of having another mog on his hips and belly. Running a paw slowly over his still slightly rounded belly, he admired the softness, scritching slowly and grinning. At least until his ears perked and a faint building pressure under-tail made him groan and pad for the toilet.
'Jeez, k'po. Be patient, Tsumi, I'm sure you're eager to get out..' grunted the clone as he eased down onto the toilet seat with a soft gasp for the cool porcelain. Tensing and biting his lip, he groaned as he felt the first of the former mog spreading him, slowly beginning in thick, tightly woven logs to line the bowl of the toilet. peering down, his ears perked for the sight of flecks of white and pink among the rich brown, grinning broadly and panting as he leaned forwards and hugged his hand-paws over his abdomen.
Groaning as he bared down, the clone bit his lip, grinning for more than the thought of the mog he had just processed. The feel of him coiling into the toilet was a delight, and though it took several flushes to handle most of the mass, it was still a rather savorable sensation.
With a soft pant, Twomi eased back as he felt what seemed to be the last of Tsumi's remnants settling in the bowl. He grinned as he looked down, ready to flush them, before a pang in his gut made him groan and arch firmly. Baring down, he yelped as pressure built up, feeling as though he were attempting to pass a bowling ball. He struggled, spreading his legs and groaning heatedly before in one fell audible noise, the blockage gave, and with a thick splunk, something clattered. Lowering his gaze, the mog eyed over the perfectly bleached outline of.. a skull. His grin renewed itself, stretching from ear to ear as he rubbed over his nearly trim belly.
'Oh Tsumi, you shouldn't have.' giggled the clone with his eyes on his new trophy.
--Fin