Mirror Image
Sim backed away slowly, bumping into the wall. He swallowed. Staring back at him was a replica. A doppelganger. A true mirror image of himself.
Sim took a breath, whispering, "You're ... you're me."
The other jaguar nodded.
"But ... where did you come from? And how," he started.
"Does it really matter?" his double questioned, cutting him off.
Sim nodded. "Yes."
His double, head at a tilt, said, "I crossed over."
"From where?" Sim pressed.
"A universe parallel your own."
"How?"
"If I tell you that, and they pursue me ... you'll be in trouble."
"Who's ... who's they?"
His double smiled wickedly, padding forward, looking Sim over. In a way, looking himself over. They were truly physically identical. Except the double had a scar running from his forehead to the tip of his black nose. A scar barely visible through his spotted fur. And the double had a confident swagger. A slickness about him.
Sim took a shaky breath.
"I'm going to be here for a while. Until it's safe for me to go back," the double said.
"When will that be?"
"I don't know." The double smiled mischievously. Looking Sim over again.
There was a pause.
"You home alone?" the double asked.
Sim nodded.
"I've always known I was ... delicious," the double said with a smirk. "But you wear my body ... so well." He licked devilishly at Sim's furry, spotted cheek, matting his fur.
Sim squirmed away. Bewildered. Starting to pace back and forth on his foot-paws.
His double watched him. Amused. Tugging at his own whiskers.
"You're ... you're really me?" Sim asked. Stopping. Meeting gazes with ... well, with himself. Though his double's eyes held so much more darkness.
"Down to every strand of fur," his double whispered. "Down to every muscle. Every point of ... pleasure," he said, a paw snatching Sim's tail, reeling him closer. Stroking the yellow and black feline tail.
Sim swallowed. Took a breath.
"Aren't you curious?" the double inquired. "About what you would ... feel like?"
Sim shook. "It wouldn't be right. It would be ... strange."
"You paw off every day, don't you?"
Sim flushed beneath his patterned fur.
"You're engaging in sexual activity with yourself ... when you do that. No different than if you let me take you," he whispered into Sim's ear. With Sim's own voice. With Sim's own accent, his own vocal inflections. His own breath.
Sim's mind reeled. "But that's ... that's not the same."
"But it is," his double whispered smoothly. Soothingly. "Oh, it is." He purred. "There's no risk. There's no shame." He hugged his mirror counterpart close. Held Sim close. Gently stroking his spotted, patterned fur.
Sim closed his eyes, letting out a breath. Letting himself ... his double, rather ... have his way with him.
"It's okay," his double whispered, stroking, undressing them both, laying Sim on his furry belly on his bed. Pawing at his rump.
Sim sniffed the air. He couldn't smell the presence of his double. Because they shared the same scent. He could only smell his own fur. His own arousal.
A warm, growing cock slid through the fur on Sim's rump, moving to the line between his rump cheeks, tracing down, worming through. Kissing his tail-hole.
Sim let out a shaky breath. Raising his rump for his mirror, who put his strong paws on his hips.
The double smiled. A mischievous smile. Waiting as his timid counterpart spread his legs, allowed his tail to fall aside.
The double purred. And pressed forward.
Sim felt his tail-hole part. Felt the hot meat of his mirror (which was identical in size to his own meat) push, push in. Deep. Deeper. To the hilt. And Sim exhaled. Squirmed. Gave a whimper.
"You're tight. And hot," his double panted. "Just like me."
Sim flushed, swallowing. Eyes closed. Feeling himself speared. Owned.
"You'll like this," his double promised, slowly pulling back ... and then slamming forward.
Sim let out a yelp, rocking forward.
His double grinning, salivating, kept going. Fast. Confident. He had obviously done this before ... in whatever universe he came from. But to do this to himself ... was erotic and arousing in such a way ... and the both of them, the identical jaguars, felt it. Knew it. The pulsing lust and eroticism. It hit them like a wave.
Sim realized he was purring. Instinctively purring.
"Oh, that's ... oh, good kitty. Good kitty," his double growled, own eyes closed. Draped over Sim's furry back. Paws caressing Sim's own member. To feel that thing in his paws ... oh, it was glorious. He gave it a squeeze. Stroked it. "Purr for me. Purr," his double demanded.
Sim purred. Purred. Weakly bucked back at himself ... or his double. The line was blurring in his mind. With his mirror banging away at him, writhing with him, owning him, deep inside him ... with his double giving off the same scent, having the same tone of purr ... Sim's mind struggled to comprehend if this was actually happening, or if he was insane. Maybe I'm insane, he thought.
"Growl ... growl for me ... kitty," his double demanded, panting.
Sim held back, but the clenching tail-hole, the motoring, throbbing member weakening his resistence, punching his prostate, and the pre-soaked paw that was squeezing and caressing him ... it was all too much. Sim tilted his head, showing his sharp, feline teeth, and he growled. Feeling his chest vibrate. He gave another growl, this one more raw.
"Oh. Oh, good boy. Good kitty," his double growled back, his tail dancing with Sim's.
Sim growled deeper. Louder. Out of want.
His double purred, nipping at Sim's neck. Lightly biting him. Furry hips pumping into him, to the hilt. Pulling back. Pumping. Like a fur and blood piston. But better than any machine.
Sim felt himself go weak. He was being worn down. His growl turned to a whimper. "I can't ... I can't ... " He panted. Whimpered. Unable to hold it back ...
His member throbbed, pulsed, and twitched in his double's familiar paw. Sending his seed spurting to his own belly and chest fur, where it clung and dripped down to the sheets of the bed.
Sim gasped, purred, and flushed. Sweating. He whimpered and shivered.
And his double came in him. The throbbing, feline cock spitting spurts of seed into him.
Sim sighed and hung his head, eyes watering.
His double growled, digging his clawed paws into Sim's sides.
Sim yelped.
Together, they panted, moaned, and writhed for a good minute more. But slowly descended from their primal, sexual high. Upon which his double pulled out of him. Sim collapsed flat on his belly. His double rolled him onto his back, laying on top of him.
Sim tried to breathe, but it was hard ... with his double purring into and sucking his mouth. Sim went weak, wrapping his arms and paws around his mirror image.
Another minute, and his double sat up, panting. He licked Sim's cheek. "You were good, darling."
Sim flushed. "Well ... so were you."
His double grinned. "Of course I was. I'm you, aren't I?"
"I guess." Sim swallowed, still regaining his breath. This all felt very abnormal, and yet somehow ... perfect. And he ...
"What?" his double asked.
"I want more," Sim whispered.
His double grinned. "You wish to ... indulge yourself," he teased. Chuckling.
Sim giggled shyly. "I just want to know what I'm capable of. What I'm like when I'm ... " He swallowed. "Unleashed."
His double grinned, pulling Sim off the bed, bringing him to a mirror that was on the wall. "On the other side of that mirror," his double whispered. "There are dark creatures. Twisted creatures."
"You don't seem all that twisted," Sim told his double, who was hugging him from behind.
His double purred into his ear, whispering, "Let's find out."