In one of the darkened corners of one of the least used supply closets you holed up, knowing that no one would find you while you split. You currently had eight clones out, having learned to keep an internal tally on them for the sake of convenience and safety. Eight was a little low, so right now you were looking to generate some more. Most of your teammates didn't know the process, as you didn't like people to know which of you was the real you, it was more fun that way. Unbeknownst to all but a select few scientists and yourself, you had to be almost completely relaxed when spitting out new clones, as any stress or pain would cause new yous to come out... poorly. Stress clones would either deteriorate far quicker than their siblings, be far more malevolent in their tricks, or would even come out incomplete, with sections of their body absent. Once you were relaxed, though, you could spawn as many siblings as you liked, though you generally liked to keep that number around a dozen, more than that and it gets a bit too chaotic, less than that and it's too peaceful.
Right now you had four of your sisters around you, each doing something to work your stress away. Being a bother all day can really take a lot out of a woman, not many people appreciated just how hard you and your twins had to work to keep everyone on their toes at all times, though it admittedly was very rewarding work. You sat on a stool in the corner of the room as two of your sisters rubbed your feet, each one pressing and pulling in just the right places, one of your sisters was massaging your shoulders, and a fourth clone with only a few minutes left on her expiration date was between your legs licking at your labia very slowly and very passionately. You were in absolute heaven, and you'd soon be able to pop out some more clones.
"Is this good? I'm not being too rough am I?" The clone rubbing your back asked.
You rolled your eyes at her joke but took the bait anyway. "Yes, it's perfect. You know exactly how I like it, it's a miracle. It's almost as though we are perfectly in tune."
The Maria rubbing your left foot looked up "How about me? I know how sensitive your feet are, am I doing okay?"
"Exactly how I like it. Shocking." You replied. You could be such a pain in your ass sometimes.
"How about this," the right foot clone asked just before placing her tongue at the base of your heel and running it up to the tip of your toes making you squirm with glee and laugh, "Ou luike thish righ?" She slurred with a mouthful of wriggling toes.
"Y-y-yes! Y-y-you know your way around your own body!" You say while giggling.
As if on cue the final clone broke its lip to lower lip contact and looked up at you from between your legs, eyes wide like a puppy dog's. "What about me? I haven't heard you say one nice thing about me, even while I'm down on my knees for you!"
You bite your lip and she resumes her licking, her lips brushing along the periphery of your own in forceful yet soft circles. "Yeah, you're doing good." You say with newly labored breath. "Really good, like this is the last thing you'll ever do!" You joke, finally causing one of them to roll their eyes.
"Hey, it's not my fault you only wanted me for a one off gag!" She reasoned, before returning to her work.
"Hmm. Speaking of which, do you know how much time you have left? I've kind of lost count." You say, knowing that all of your copies knew exactly how much time they had left.
"About a minute." She responded.
"Then you'd best hurry up and finish with a bang, or rather, finish me with a bang!" You say. She nods and begins diving her tongue into you as deeply as she could, nose rubbing up and down the precipice of your folds. You began panting hard, the rest of your sisters joining in to to speed up the process. The one behind you reached around and began fondling your breasts roughly while the other two both ran their tongues along your souls. You could feel yourself getting closer and closer to release to release with each passing second, legs trembling and arms finding their way down between your legs to hold the Maria in place while she worked. With a cry you climaxed, the Maria between your legs licking up every drop of your first orgasm dutifully. Before you could have a second, though, you felt Maria dissolve, her body reduced to a watery thin liquid before sloshing onto the floor, turning to a sand like solid, and then vanishing entirely, no trace that she had ever existed. There were now seven clones out, but that number was about to go up.
Feeling totally as ease, you were ready to clone yourself, deciding on four copies and that each would last four days. One by one the clones simply erupted from your skin, stepping out of you as if you were molting them. They smiled and greeted you, their sister, mother, and friend, before asking you what to do.
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