Story: Mirror Mansion UY

 

The air inside the club tasted of cheap cologne and spilled gin. Bass thrummed through the floorboards, vibrating up through the soles of Shinobu's sneakers and rattling her teeth. She marched through the crowd, her daisy dukes riding high, her tank top clinging to her skin in the oppressive heat.

"Get out of the way!"

Shinobu shoved past a group of gawking freshmen. Beside her, the two Ryuunosukes trailed like a pair of mismatched bodyguards. The original Ryuunosuke looked like she wanted to punch the walls, while Mirror Ryuunosuke was practically vibrating, her eyes scanning the room for the next available target.

"Told you this place was a goldmine," Mirror Ryuunosuke purred, her voice a low rasp. She winked at a girl in a sequined dress, who actually blushed.

"Shut up and keep your eyes forward," the original Ryuunosuke snapped, though her face was a deep shade of crimson.

Shinobu stopped dead. In the center of the dance floor, a circle of boys had formed a human fortress. In the middle sat Mirror Shinobu, draped across the laps of three different guys like she was a queen on a velvet throne. She wore the black micro-skirt that left nothing to the imagination, her legs kicking rhythmically in the air.

"Oh, look! The party guest of honor finally arrived!" Mirror Shinobu called out, her voice cutting through the music. She popped a bubble of gum and blew it with a loud snap. "You look a little tense, sweetie. Why don't you come join the pile? There's plenty of lap space."

"Get. Over. Here. Now!" Shinobu screamed, her voice hitting a pitch that made several glasses on nearby tables crack.

The boys surrounding the reflection blinked in confusion. One of them, Kousuke, gave a weak wave.

"Hey, Miyake. She's actually pretty cool. She told us she's a professional pleasure-seeker."

"A what!?" Shinobu lunged forward, grabbing her copy by the wrist.

Mirror Shinobu didn't budge. She leaned back, arching her spine so that her chest pushed prominently against the fabric of her top. "Now, now. Why so aggressive? Is it because you're jealous that I'm actually getting some action? I can tell you're dying to know what it feels like to just let go."

"I am not jealous! I am protecting my reputation!"

"What reputation?" Mirror Shinobu laughed, a melodic, wicked sound. "The 'perfect ordinary girl' act? Please. I can feel it humming under your skin. You want to be touched. You want to be seen. You're just too scared of what your daddy would say."

Shinobu's grip tightened, her knuckles turning white. "I'll kill you! I'll rip that skirt right off your body!"

"Oh, please do," the reflection whispered, leaning in close. "I'd love to see you try. Maybe we can make a game of it. Whoever gets the most boys to beg by the end of the night wins."

Before Shinobu could launch a chokeslam, the front doors of the club burst open with a crash. A familiar, chaotic energy flooded the room. Ataru Moroboshi stepped inside, looking like he had just won the lottery. He wasn't alone. He was flanked by two identical Oni girls in skimpy bikinis, their horns gleaming under the neon lights.

"Is this the place!?" Ataru yelled, his eyes wide and scanning the room for any available cleavage. "I heard there was a mixer! I'm ready for my destiny!"

Lum hovered a few inches off the floor, her face a mask of pure fury. "Darling! Stop looking at those girls and look at me!"

"I am looking at you, Lum!" Ataru shouted, even as his gaze drifted toward a girl in a red dress. "I'm looking at two of you! This is a miracle!"

Mirror Lum floated beside him, her expression an open invitation. She rubbed her breast against Ataru's shoulder, her eyes twinkling. "Now, now, original. Don't be such a killjoy. Look at all these delicious possibilities. Why limit ourselves to just one of everything?"

Lum let out a spark of electricity that singed the carpet. "You're a hussy! A degenerate! A mirror-image of a disaster!"

"And you're a repressed little teapot," Mirror Lum countered, her voice honey-sweet. She turned to Ataru and whispered loud enough for Lum to hear, "I bet the original is too shy to actually do the dirty work. I, on the other hand, am an expert."

Ataru's jaw dropped. He looked between the two Lums, his brain clearly short-circuiting. "Expert? Define expert! Give me a demonstration! Right here! Right now!"

"Not in public, you animal!" Lum screamed, though she didn't move to stop him from leaning in.

The chaos collided. Mirror Shinobu, seeing the arrival of the Lums, slid off the boys' laps and glided toward them. She locked eyes with Mirror Lum, and a silent agreement passed between the two reflections.

"You know," Mirror Shinobu said, her voice dripping with mischief, "I think the originals need a little push. They're so wound up, they're practically vibrating. It's a waste of perfectly good hormones."

"I couldn't agree more," Mirror Lum purred.

In a blur of motion, the two reflections coordinated. Mirror Shinobu grabbed the original Shinobu in a headlock, not to hurt her, but to pin her arms. Simultaneously, Mirror Lum used her flight to swoop behind Lum, wrapping her arms around her waist and shoving her directly into Ataru's chest.

"Let go of me!" Shinobu yelled, struggling against her copy.

"Just relax, sweetie!" Mirror Shinobu laughed. "Watch and learn. This is how you handle a man."

Mirror Lum pressed Lum's back firmly against Ataru's front. Ataru, finding himself suddenly sandwiched between two versions of the girl he spent his life chasing, let out a strangled noise. He could feel the warmth of Lum's skin through her bikini, and the scent of her-like ozone and wildflowers-filled his nostrils.

"Now, Darling," Mirror Lum whispered, floating just above them. "Don't let this opportunity go to waste. Lum is just playing hard to get. I'll help you convince her."

Mirror Lum reached down, her fingers grazing the edge of Lum's bikini top. She didn't pull it, but the touch was a catalyst. She looked at Lum, her eyes burning with a hedonistic fire. "Admit it, original. You want him. You want to feel him inside you until you can't remember your own name."

Lum's breath hitched. She felt Ataru's hardness pressing into the small of her back, a rigid rod of desire that left no room for denial. For the first time, the jealousy vanished, replaced by a crushing, heavy heat in her lower belly. She looked back at Ataru, seeing the raw, unfiltered lust in his eyes.

"I... I..." Lum stammered.

"Stop thinking!" Mirror Lum commanded.

With a sudden, violent movement, Mirror Lum grabbed the straps of Lum's bikini top and yanked. The fabric snapped, and Lum's breasts spilled out, her nipples already hard and peaking in the cool air of the club. The crowd gasped, but the reflections didn't care. They had created their own private world of skin and sweat.

Ataru didn't hesitate. He groaned, a deep, guttural sound, and buried his face in the valley of Lum's breasts. He sucked one nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the sensitive peak with a hunger that made Lum's knees buckle.

"Oh! Darling!" Lum cried out, her head snapping back.

Mirror Lum didn't stay a spectator. She floated down, her own bikini top falling away as she pressed her breasts against Ataru's back, her nipples rubbing against his shoulder blades. She reached around, her hand sliding down the front of Ataru's trousers. She found the bulge, the thick, pulsing length of his cock straining against the fabric.

"Look at this," Mirror Lum whispered, her voice a vulgar rasp. "He's practically screaming for us."

She unzipped him with a sharp flick of her wrist. Ataru's cock sprang free, thick and engorged, a bead of clear pre-cum glistening at the tip. Mirror Lum wrapped her fingers around the shaft, squeezing tightly, her palm sliding up and down the velvet skin.

"Squelch... shlick..."

The sound of her wet palm against his cock echoed in the sudden silence of the circle. Ataru let out a loud, shaking moan, his hips jerking forward into Lum's rear.

Lum was lost. The sight of her reflection handling Ataru's cock triggered something primal. She reached back, her hand finding Ataru's thigh, pulling him closer. She turned in his arms, her naked breasts slapping against his chest with a wet, fleshy sound.

"I want it!" Lum screamed, her voice raw. "I want it now!"

Ataru didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed her hips, his fingers digging into her soft flesh, and hoisted her up. Lum wrapped her legs around his waist, her wet pussy pressing directly against the head of his cock.

Mirror Lum guided him. She pushed the head of Ataru's cock against Lum's soaking entrance. "Go on, Darling. Claim her. Claim both of us."

With a powerful thrust, Ataru drove himself inside.

"Aaaah!" Lum shrieked, her eyes rolling back in her head.

The fit was tight, almost painfully so. Ataru felt the walls of her pussy clenching around him, the hot, wet folds gripping his shaft like a vice. He groaned, the sensation of the tight, sliding heat almost too much to bear. He began to pump, his thrusts heavy and rhythmic.

"Shlick... squelch... slap..."

The sound of their pelvises colliding filled the air, a rhythmic, meaty thud. Lum's breasts bounced wildly with every movement, her nipples rubbing against Ataru's chest. She clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders, her breath coming in ragged, desperate gasps.

"Yes! Right there! Oh, Darling, you're so big!"

Mirror Lum wasn't finished. She floated beneath them, her tongue darting out to lick the spot where their bodies joined. She tasted the mixture of pre-cum and Lum's honeyed juices, her eyes closing in ecstasy. She reached up, her fingers finding Lum's clitoris, rubbing it in fast, circular motions while Ataru continued to hammer into her from above.

"Look at her," Mirror Lum whispered, her voice thick with lust. "She's dripping for you, Darling. She's a little slut for you."

Ataru's pace increased. He was no longer thinking about the club or the people watching. There was only the feeling of Lum's tight interior and the scent of two Lums filling his senses. He felt the pressure building in his balls, a volcanic eruption waiting to happen.

"I'm... I'm gonna...!" Ataru gasped.

"Do it!" Mirror Lum urged, her hand now gripping the base of his cock, pushing him deeper. "Fill her up! Give her everything!"

Ataru let out a roar and delivered one final, deep thrust, burying himself to the hilt. He shuddered violently, his entire body locking up as he blasted hot, thick ropes of semen deep into Lum's cervix.

"Oh god! Oh yes!" Lum screamed, her internal muscles contracting in a powerful orgasm that squeezed Ataru's cock with an intensity that nearly made him pass out.

They stayed like that for a long moment, panting, their bodies fused together by sweat and seed. Ataru slowly slid out, a thick string of white fluid leaking from Lum's pussy and running down her thigh.

Mirror Lum floated up, kissing Ataru's cheek. "See? Wasn't that better than zapping him?"

Lum didn't answer. She simply leaned her head against Ataru's shoulder, a look of complete, blissful exhaustion on her face.

A few feet away, the original Shinobu stood frozen. She looked at her reflection, who was now casually leaning against a boy, looking entirely too pleased with herself.

"Well?" Mirror Shinobu asked, her voice playful. "Your turn. There are still plenty of boys left in the room, and you're already dressed for the occasion."

Shinobu looked at the boys. She looked at the chaos. Then she looked at Ryuunosuke, who was currently being flirted with by Mirror Ryuunosuke.

"You know," Shinobu whispered, a slow, dangerous smile spreading across her face. "I suppose a little bit of fun wouldn't hurt my reputation. After all, it's just a disguise."

She turned to the nearest boy, grabbed him by the collar, and pulled him toward the nearest dark corner.

"Don't just stand there, you idiot. Help me get this tank top off."

As the club devolved into a full-scale orgy of originals and reflections, the air grew thick with the smell of sex and ozone. In the middle of it all, Ataru Moroboshi sat on the floor, flanked by two naked, purring Oni girls, convinced that the Mirror Mansion was the greatest educational experience of his entire life.

He looked up at the ceiling and laughed.

"I don't ever want to go back to school!"