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Me, Myself, and Mike	By : Acelordofthemorning Category: Web Comics > Bittersweet Candy Bowl Views: 1825 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I definitely don't own Bittersweet Candy Bowl, all rights are reserved by Taeshi! This fic is written for free, and I make no profit by writing or publishing it.

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- 1-Me, Myself, and Mike
- 1
“Hello, you have reached Sandy…” Mike closed the phone before the recording could finish. He’d already heard it multiple times before.

She must be busy with her modeling, he thought, feeling depressed. Sandy was often busy lately, and though he tried to reach her at every opportunity he was often left with a hollow recording and only himself for company.

With a sigh he opened the doors to the school and walked outside, the day of school finally over. It had been another long day of meaningless blather by his teachers and drama with his friends, the same as the day before and the day before that. Looking up he saw that the bright and sunny day that had greeted him this morning had turned grey and ominous, with a heavy wind whipping up leaves from the ground, causing him to shiver and wrap his scarf tight around his neck. How appropriate. He thought bitterly, the weather mimicking his mood. Shaking his head he returned to walking but was shortly stopped again when he saw Lucy in the distance, emerging from another exit. He was filled with a curious mix of emotions at the sight of her, most of them rather confusing. He briefly considered walking over to her before a tall, black cat with a blue collar around his neck started talking to her, looking rather annoyed by her presence. Lucy’s face took on a look of something akin to anger as she yelled back at him, the pair walking in the same direction. At this point though, Mike no longer cared. It really wasn’t his business who Lucy chose to bicker with now. He had Sandy… at least he wanted to believe that.

He hung his head low at that thought. How could he even think that? He loved Sandy an she loved him, right?

“By the curvature of your ears, slumping of the shoulders, and general facial expression I assume you are depressed about something.”

Instinctively Mike closed his eyes and said, “Shut it McCain.”

Standing next to Mike was a curious little white dog in a black coat with dark, black sunglasses, even in this weather; it was Alec McCain. Where he had come from Mike had no idea, but he really wasn’t feeling up to the little dog’s antics right now, but it was fine since McCain often left after his statements. It took him a moment to realize however that McCain hadn’t left at all, he was standing beside Mike, just staring, or Mike assumed he did behind the glasses. Sighing, Mike addressed the dog.

“Look, McCain, I’m not in the mood for your astute observations right now, I think I just need to be alone with my thoughts.”
McCain looked at him for a moment before replying, “So you need time to speak with yourself? To come to an understanding in a way only you can make yourself realize?”

Mike was incredibly confused by this question. “I… I suppose? That’s a really off way to phrase that though.”

“Not at all,” replied the little white dog. “Perhaps I could help you have a better conversation with yourself.”

“McCain, I don’t think I understand what you are talking about.”

“You are just going to go and sit by yourself under that tree an complain in your head, weren’t you? What would you lose by taking my help.”

Mike thought about it, what WOULD he lose? Also, how did McCain know about him sitting under that tree? But that was a question for another time. He sighed and looked at the little white dog, a little hesitantly. “Okay, fine… I’ll take your help.”
McCain might have smiled, but Mike couldn’t tell, he could never tell what emotions played on that dog’s face. With a gesture McCain said, “Please follow me,” as he turned back into the school, with a very confused Mike in tow. They took twists through the corridors of the school, past lockers, through the cafeteria and into a dark section of the school. Honestly, Mike didn’t even know this part existed, likely it was for upper classmen, or so he could only assume. It wasn’t long before McCain stopped in front of a door an opened it, ushering Mike inside. As Mike stepped into the room he immediately realized something very shocking. This room… was very bland. It was just a normal looking classroom, with student desks and one large one for the teacher. The only thing of note in the room was a large poster with a monkey hanging on a branch by a finger with the words, “Hang in there, Chimpy!” printed on the bottom.

“McCain…” Mike started. “There’s uh… there’s nothing in here.”

McCain only looked out the door and slowly closed it, locking it with a key he pulled from somewhere. He turned and walked past Mike to the monkey poster and he carefully pulled the poster up to reveal an electronic panel. Placing his face in front of the scanner, a light shot out over his glasses and a voice chimed, “Retinal scan unavailable, Welcome Alec McCain.”

Mike turned sharply as he heard a grating sound from behind him. A panel of tile in front of the teacher’s desk slowly pulled back, revealing a set of stairs descending into darkness. Mike was dumbfounded. What was all this? And why would McCain of all people have it here?

McCain began to descend the stairs and when he noticed Mike standing there he just said, “Surprise is common in this situation, but standing there will bring you no closer to assuaging your curiosity.” Mike, at this, was compelled to follow.

The steps were steep, and there was little light given by the opening, which quickly vanished as the entrance slid shut. Mike was then cast into full darkness, fumbling to keep aright as he slowly descended the steps one at a time. It was hard going, an prompted Mike to ask, “How far down are we going?”

McCain merely replied, “Thirty-two seconds.” Approximatly thirty-two seconds later, the pair emerged at what felt to be the end of the stairs, although Mike couldn’t see anything. He was about to ask McCain what was going on again, but his vision suddenly flared and he grasped his eyes in pain. He held his eyes for a moment, wincing, before blinking and slowly regaining his vision.

The first thing he noticed when he could see again was McCain standing next to a light switch, looking unfazed, most likely due to the sunglasses he constantly wore. Reflecting on this, Mike wondered if perhaps the glasses were meant for the purpose of reaching this place. However this thought was cut off as he started to see what else was in the room. He was in a large, white laboratory, stocked with multiple tables, each housing strange apparatus. Large tubes lined the walls, their contents obscured by a green, viscous liquid filling them. What truly caught Mike’s eye however was a large machine in the center of the room. It looked to consist of a large chamber attached to a panel which had a large screen and multiple knobs attached to it. Looking up he could see that the machine had large hose connected to the tubes on the walls.

“McCain this is… how… what is all this?” Mike asked, his voice tinged with an hint of incredulity.

“This is a workshop used by a select few in the school. It’s not exactly my place to describe its origins or who controls its funding however I am allowed to bring subje… I mean guests into the lab for treatment.”

Mike was too astonished to catch the minor slip the little white dog had made. He just looked around, slowly walking before he made it to the machine. Touching the chamber he slid his fingers along the metal doors. “McCain… how exactly did you propose to help me speak with myself?”

McCain walked to the machine and lifted on his tip toes to place his hand on Mike’s shoulder. “This machine is the answer. All you have to do is step inside and you’ll soon find yourself face to face with… well, yourself.” He moved and started to push a few buttons on the panel and the chamber hissed as steam vented, opening the doors. Looking inside, Mike couldn’t see anything inside beyond a cylindrical metal form. He started to back away when he felt McCain push him into the chamber. Mike stumbled for a second an caught himself before whipping around to see the doors closing. The chamber was dark for a minute as Mike banged on the door, screaming to let him out. A humming noise began, low at first, then soon rising in intensity loud enough to force Mike to hold his ears from the pain it caused. When the noise stopped Mike was huddled on the floor, almost sobbing. The doors openend and a hand extended in front of him. Mike looked up and what he saw forced him to crawl back into the rear of the chamber.

The hand that reached towards him was not McCain’s. It was blue and of a feline make, long and slender, connected to a tall, masculine body with green eyes and a blue scarf. It was Mike. Just… a different Mike. The new Mike smiled at Mike and said, “Let me lift up myself up, hmm?”

“Wha… what the hell is? What are you?” Mike managed to utter as he tried to retreat from the other Korat further.

“I’m you of course! Didn’t McCain explain it to you?”

The original Mike just looked at his copy. It was a perfect fit, like looking in a mirror, and it was rather unnerving to say the least. Shakily he raised his arm and the other Mike grasped his hand, pulling him to his feet. Mike looked into the smiling face of the other Mike and saw happiness, as if this clone had no cares in the world. Was this copy truly just like him?

“No, McCain didn’t…” At this Mike started and looked around, McCain had vanished, leaving only two chairs next to the machine. He looked at his copy again and sat down, the clone doing the same. Mike took a moment before beginning. “So, I guess this is what McCain meant by talking to myself then? You look just like me but are you really?... I mean, this feels rather awkward.”

The other Mike just sat there, looking pleased. “Now, now I can assure you, that machine made me to be an exact copy of you and I was released from one of those tanks.” He pointed to a now empty tube in the corner. “I know everything you do, I’ve felt everything you’ve felt. The only thing that makes us different is that McCain made me abit less inhibited.”

“What does that mean?” Mike asked, confused.

“Well Mike, I know that I am just an average teenaged boy, confused by the world around me and thrust into a cycle of drama I’d rather not be in. However, I also know that all I really need is to be held and comforted, told that everything will be alright.”
Mike sat there as he clone spoke, feeling a little strange at the words. He felt that there was something wrong with the words, and yet nothing wrong at all. It was possibly the most confusing feeling he had ever felt. This was only made more confusing when his clone stood up and gave him a tight hug. Mike protested for a moment but his clone refused to let go. “No, no, this is not what I need!” Mike said and yet slowly his protests subsided and he sat there, tears forming in his eyes. The clone was silent throughout the whole ordeal, his arms holding Mike tight.

“Mike…” the clone began. “Do you feel better?” Mike just nodded slightly. “Good.” The clone said, “I want you to understand how good you can make yourself feel.” And with that the clone lifted Mike’s face and drew him into a passionate kiss.

Mike’s eye’s grew wide, this had gone too far now, he pulled away forcefully this time, but felt no resistance. “What… what the hell are you trying to do?”

The clone merely smiled again, “Oh me, oh my, I was just trying to make myself feel good. I know you need it. You, and me need to feel good in a way that we can’t get by anyone else. Sandy isn’t here and that’s something we have to accept. Besides, only I know what makes you truly feel good. Besides, it’s not like it’s gay.” The clone chuckled. “It’s more like, practice.”
Mike couldn’t reply, his mouth was agape at the clone’s statements. When he really thought about it, Sandy wasn’t here. He wanted to see her so badly, to feel her presence, and yet he knew it was impossible. And when he thought about it… it really wasn’t gay if it was himself was it?

“Maybe… maybe just… a little…” The clone moved into the kiss before Mike could finish his words. At first Mike railed again, his mind screaming at him that this was wrong, but he persevered, and submitted. The feeling of his lips on their duplicate was oddly exciting, pleasure rippled throughout him as his clone’s tounge began to explore the cavity of his mouth. He returned in kind, the two moving together in a rhythm, producing a feeling of euphoria. The clone pulled back and looked Mike in the eyes deviously, “Well well, looks like our little show here has awoken someone from his slumber.”

Mike looked down and saw to his embarrassment that he had become aroused by making out with himself. He tried to cover himself but his clone just pushed his hand away and grasped Mike’s penis with his hand. Stroking the skin, his clone moved his finger delicately over Mike’s member, his clone slowly pulled back the foreskin and revealed Mike in all his glory. “Oh yes… I know my way around this, don’t I?” The clone muttered and began to stroke the exposed penis, using his tongue around the tip. Mike closed his eyes, moaning a little at the pleasure, telling himself it was just masturbation, that he should enjoy it and think nothing more of it. The clone began to get more intense, using his whole mouth in a twisting motion, his hand cupping Mike’s testicles. Mike was beginning to feel pressure build inside himself and he started to squirm from the clone’s actions. “I’m going to, I’m going to, ah, AHHHH.”

The clone’s eyes grew wide as Mike left forth his load, but the copy did nothing to pull away, he kept his mouth on Mike’s penis, sucking up all of Mike’s sperm, before finally removing his mouth and wiping his chin, the smile even brighter than before. “See Mike? See how good you can make yourself feel?”

Mike was panting a little from the pleasure. “I… I’ve never been treated so well by…myself… or anyone for that matter.” He sat back in his chair and wiped his forehead. “I needed this, and I guess only I could only be shown that by myself.” He stood to rise but was forced back down into his seat by an unseen pair of hands. Looking behind him he saw his clone, but he was wearing no scarf. “How did you?...” Mike began but when he looked back in front of him he saw the copy sitting there, smiling at him, blue scarf tied tight. Mike forced his way out of the hands and looked what was before him. There were now two clones, the one smiling and bright, the other scowling at him.

“What the hell is going on? There’s two of you now?” Mike asked, incredulous.

The new clone just grunted while the smiling clone replied, “Well it seems that there is! It looks like he wanted to join in on the fun.”

“What? I mean that felt great but I think I’m done.” Mike said, backing away slowly

The smiling clone just shook his head. “Oh Mike, I don’t think you have a choice this time.” He nodded at the scowling clone who lunged at mike and grappled Mike into submission.

“What the hell? I thought you were here to help me feel better!” Mike yelled, while struggling.

“Oh, but we are…” The smiling Mike reached down and revealed his own penis, throbbing in excitement. Mike’s eyes grew wide as the clone holding him forced his mouth open and the smiling clone shoved his penis into Mike’s oral cavity. Mike gagged as his copy’s member filled his mouth, exploring his throat. The clone made thrusting movements as Mike struggled, unable to free himself from the grip of the other clone holding him.

“Now, now, it’ll be much easier and pleasurable if you stop fighting. We’re doing this all for you!” the smiling clone said as he kept thrusting. Mike soon closed his eyes and realized it was pointless to struggle, there was no way out but to submit. He forced himself to relax and let his clone violate his mouth, and the lack of tension allowed him to truly feel the motions. It was strange, as he let go of his protestations he again felt aroused by this invasion, the taste of his own penis strangely turning him on. Mike found himself beginning to explore the length his copy’s shaft with his tongue and suck on it, his eyes closed, enjoying the moment despite what it was. He almost didn’t realize what the other clone was doing before it was too late.

He felt the hands that had been holding his head now around his hips, and was vaguely aware that he was on all fours, his tail high in the air. The scowling clone was rubbing his ass, making Mike feel warm tingly before he felt a liquid being poured into his butt crack. He felt shiver down his spine from the feeling but just kept sucking the cock that was in his mouth, reveling in the feeling. Of course this moment only lasted for a moment more before he felt a sharp pain as something long and hard rammed itself up his asshole. A tear trickled down Mike’s eye as it occurred to him that fighting this as well was pointless, that at this moment he was a slave to his own desires, he tried to relax his ass as the strong hands of his clone gripped him tight, pounding into Mike’s rectum over and over. The pain soon melted away to a form of pleasure as the clone pushed farther and farther into his rectum, teasing his prostate and arousing Mike’s own penis as well. Savoring the feeling Mike again shifted his focus back to the cock in his mouth, swirling his tounge and lifting one of his hands to feel the shape of his clone’s shapely testicles. The warmth of what was essentially himself filling both his mouth and his ass was overwhelming and Mike felt his thoughts becoming sluggish as he submitted to the pain and pleasure. And yet it oddly occurred to him that while his body was being violated by copies of itself, he didn’t care about his problems with Lucy, his friend’s drama, or even that Sandy, his beloved Sandy was far away. For the time being he was content with himself.

“Ug… I think…I’m going to…” The scowling clone grunted, his thrusting becoming more vigorous.

“I’m about there as well!.” The smiling clone moaned as Mike worked his cock.

Mike barely heard the two warn him, he was so involved in the acts that he was caught unaware when they both screamed and filled his mouth and ass with their warm and sticky sperm, causing his ass to feel like it was on fire and himself to gag at the flowing influx of white fluid. He shivered in excitement as the actions forced his own penis to let forth a load, splattering over the white floor. When the two clones pulled out of his orifices he fell to the floor, panting as sperm flowed out of his ass and droplets dripped from his mouth. His two clones both patted him on the back as the smiling one whispered, “Never forget that you always have the power to make yourself happy.” And with that they walked out of Mike’s sight.

A while later Mike rose, covered in his own semen to find a cloth with a wash basin on a table, a hand written note next to the basin. Mike read the note as he began to wash himself off.

"Mike, I hope that the actions taken by your clones have helped you clear your mind from your troubles. It is likely a temporary reprieve from your problems but one I hope you enjoyed. I have taken your clones with me and have ‘dealt’ with them, gaining some valuable data in the process. Please take the opportunity to wash yourself off and turn off the lights on your way out."

Mike smiled as he finished wiping off the majority of the white fluid, he’d shower when he got home, and threw the towel back onto the table. He walked to the stairs and turned to take one last look at the machine before flipping off the lights and ascending back upstairs to which the grey clouds had parted and the sun shone through.

Epilouge:

“Retinal scan unavailable, welcome Alec McCain.”

The hidden panel grated forth once again and the operator walked down the stairs, feeling his way in the darkness until he found the light switch at the bottom. The room was the same, starkly white, filled with the same apparatus as before. And in the middle of the room still stood the machine, powered off for the night. The unseen figure walked over to the panel and flicked a switch, causing the machine to start up, the panel running a few subroutines. Scanning the menu the figure selected a button that said, “stored profiles.” A list appeared, and the figure scrolled until he found the name “Michael S.” selecting the button a bar appeared on the screen as the humming noise began. “10%, 25%, 50%, Cloning complete.” Chimed a voice from the panel. Walking over to a tube that had lit up, the figure wiped his hand across the glass to see a fully formed Mike clone. Carson smiled as the chamber drained the Mike clone opened his eyes.

“Oh, I’m going to ride you like a stallion…”
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