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RPFS fic: It’s Sex With Someone You Love or: Megan’s Clone’s First Kiss (Megan Fox/Megan Fox)
Title: It’s Sex With Someone You Love (or: Megan’s Clone’s First Kiss)
Fandom: RPFS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,841
Characters/Pairings: Megan Fox/Megan Fox, references to Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde and Megan Fox/Rachel Maddow
Summary: If human cloning were perfected, don’t you think someone would clone Megan Fox? And don’t you think that clone would want to have sex with someone as hot as she was?
Megan Fox was watching porn. She didn’t know why other women were so down on it. There were pretty people and they fucked. Except for the super close-ups of the penetrating, which were gross. Even though she liked both penis and vagina, those shots looked like they belonged in a Discovery Channel special about creepy things found at the ocean floor. But anyway, maybe it was that the feminists just hadn’t seen any of the good porn.
She had her hand down her pants and was wondering if her agent could arrange a meeting with Asia Carrera when the doorknob in the door to her hotel room turned. Some primordial instinct convinced Megan that one or more parents were about to walk in. She jerked her hand out of her pants, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel just as the illiterate who couldn’t read the Do Not Disturb sign walked in.
“You masturbate to the Home Shopping Network?” Megan Fox’s evil twin asked.
Well, to be fair, Megan wasn’t sure she was evil, but she was definitely a twin. She was wearing black leather instead of Megan’s white linen and she had on this pair of wire glasses that kind of made her look like the Baroness. Which, since she’d already been masturbating, reminded Megan of Olivia Wilde dressing up like the Baroness and suddenly she wanted to go back to masturbating. Except, of course, she suddenly had a possibly-evil twin.
Megan zipped up her pants. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my hotel room?”
“You’re excused, I’m your clone, and the management let me in when I said I was you and just lost my key.”
“Great, now everyone’s going to think I’m an idiot who locks herself out of her own apartment!” Megan snarled. Normally she wasn’t so uncharitable, but Asia Carrera was really hot and she’d been so close…!
“Hey, thanks for the DNA and all, but—horses, barn door, you know?”
Megan frowned. Maybe it was just a bad first impression, with the blue balls and all, but she hoped her clone wasn’t a bitch. What would that say about her? “So, who cloned you? It wasn’t, like, Dr. Doom or something?”
“Nah, just some nerds. They were kinda sweet anyway, but you know… they have a cloning machine, who else are they gonna clone? Although one of them did suggest Kelly LeBrock circa Weird Science.”
“Ooh, that’d be hot.”
“I know, right? Anyway, one of them just happened to have some of my hair lying around,” both Megans paused to go ‘brrrr’, “so three months of accelerated growth later, here I am. Hey, check it out!” She rolled up her sleeve. “No tattoos! I can get entirely different tattoos! You wanna help me shop for some after we have sex?”
Megan blinked. Was her clone something of a skank? It was better than being evil or a birther or something, but still, it made her feel like a deadbeat dad. Maybe if she’d set a better example, starred in better movies, her clone would have better self-esteem.
She really hoped that Clone Megan didn’t want to get a tribal tattoo.
“We’re having sex?”
“Uh-huh.” Clone Megan unzipped her leather jacket to show she was wearing a skimpy tanktop, which succeeded in making Megan feel all lesbian-y. “I mean, I’m technically still a virgin? That’s crap. And who else is hot enough for me to have sex with? Aside from Olivia Wilde.”
They made happy noises at the same time, which was getting to disconcert Megan. “Believe me, I’ve tried.” She looked down sadly. “So many mountain oxen…”
“Uh-huh. C’mere, I want to get in touch with my feminine side.”
Before she knew it, Megan was on the bed, getting stripped by her not-evil-but-definitely-naughty-twin. And being a little confused over that feminine side quip, because she was the original Megan Fox, by all rights she should wear the pants in the relationship. Although now they weren’t wearing pants, so it was kind of a moot point.
“Ooh, a scar!” Clone Megan observed, impressed. She kissed it. “Tell me about it?”
“It’s a long story. And not very sexy.”
“Pillow talk, got it!”
Clone Megan resumed undressing Megan, fondling every tattoo or scar. Then she did a little striptease for Megan, which was the least she could do in return for that DNA, Megan thought. Aside from a bar code, Clone Megan’s body was totally unblemished. It was weird.
“So how do we start?” Clone Megan asked.
“How about we kiss?”
“Oh!” Clone Megan bopped her forehead. “So stupid.”
They kissed, both Megans realizing their taste as their bodies slid to the bed and collided. Megan explored Clone Megan’s body, grabbing her ass as their bodies heaved against each other or cupping a breast as they necked. It was very good for the ego to find out she had a perfectly thin, well-proportioned body by having sex with it.
“We’re so hot. You wanna go down on me?” Megan asked as Clone Megan laid on top of her, surreptitiously comparing breast size with the original.
“I don’t know how. I was only programmed with a mastery of kung-fu and a deep love of video games.”
“Silly boys,” Megan said. She moved Clone Megan into position at the foot of the bed. “Just do to me what you’d like me to do to you. With your tongue,” she added.
Clone Megan looked nervous, so Megan kissed her a few times to loosen her up before lying back and spreading her legs. Now Clone Megan was in the mood. She leaned over Megan’s pussy, inhaling the familiar scent. They shared a smile and a pervy eyebrow-raise. Then Clone Megan started licking.
It was awesome! Before Megan could even think of what she wanted, Clone Megan was doing it with her tongue or her teeth or her fingers. Megan scissored her legs around her clone’s head. She was so glad she was good at eating pussy. In the past, she’d been a little worried that women faked orgasms with her, like they did with boys.
Fat beads of perspiration rolled over Megan’s skin, putting a tang in her mouth. She would’ve grabbed Clone Megan by the hair to keep her doing that for an eternity if didn’t mean she would have to let go of the sheets, which were possibly the only thing keeping her from flying into the ceiling. Suddenly, Clone Megan pulled away, grabbing Megan’s legs and yanking her to the edge of the bed.
Before Megan could begin to claim seniority, Clone Megan had jumped her and they hit the mattress like a meteor. Clone Megan ground her pussy against Megan’s, and judging by her groan it felt just as good for her as it did for her original.
“Woo!” Megan cried, going wild with lust. That Maxim Hot 100 thing was bullshit, she was hotter than hell in summer! She rolled her clone over and fucked her. Clone Megan might know kung-fu, but Megan Fox had been ‘interviewed’ by Rachel Maddow.
“I’m getting hot!” Clone Megan exclaimed, like she hadn’t expected it to feel so good so quickly. Her fingers were burrowing into Megan’s asscheeks, spreading vivid red marks across her flesh. “Make me hotter!”
“Go fuck yourself,” Megan replied with a big grin. Clone Megan laughed until her eyes rolled up in her head, which Megan didn’t think had anything to do with the joke, even though it was hella funny.
“I’m so glad I’m your clone!” Clone Megan mumbled.
“Yeah, me too.” She rode Clone Megan for a few more blissful moments, loving the feel of all the flesh that perfectly fit against her own, until Clone Megan spoke again.
“Make me come? I’ve never come before.”
Megan smiled. That she could do. “Let me show you where your clit is.”
She slid her hand between their conjoined legs. It was right where she’d left it, as hard and sore and anxious to be touched as her own. Megan ran a finger over it, just enough to make Clone Megan huff and puff and get all flushed.
“Now you find mine.”
They went still, poised at the brink. Clone Megan pulled a hand away from Megan’s asschecks like it was stuck to it. She raised the hand between them, as if astonished by it, so Megan broke the spell by giving her clone’s clit another little tap. Breathless, Clone Megan lowered her hand down Megan’s body until it mirrored the hand Megan had on her clit. Then she began to rub.
Megan followed suit.
It was like they were on one big speedway going around faster and faster. Megan’s mouth opened, her eyes shut, her breath came faster and met Clone Megan’s hot exhale. It was like she could see her own face as she was being fucked, or a really intense masturbation session that she was sharing with someone. Everywhere she looked or smelled or listened, her own pleasure was reflected back at her. The other Megan knew exactly what she wanted and she knew exactly what the other Megan wanted and she could give and get pleasure absolutely perfectly.
At the last moment they kissed, Megan going wide-eyed as Clone Megan forced a tongue down her throat. It was wild and messy and sweet, like she was back in high school, and that more than anything else made Megan come, come until she wasn’t sure where her orgasm ended and her clone’s began.
Megan rolled off Clone Megan, opening and closing her long legs since Rachel Maddow had told her that was really good for prolonging the sense of satisfaction, like a yoga thing. She told Clone Megan so and her clone said she thought that was supposed to help you get pregnant. Megan stopped doing it. She was pretty positive you couldn’t get pregnant from having sex with your clone, but best not to take any chances. It’d probably be a flipper baby too.
“This could be so cool,” Megan said, endeavoring to find out if she was cuddly. She was. “The next time we’re in a movie and shooting for 18 hours a day, one of us can shoot for half the time and the other can play X-Box, then we can switch for the other nine hours!”
“I do love X-Box,” Clone Megan said.
There was a knock at the door.
“Hide!” Clone Megan said. “I’m going to try being you!”
“Cool!” Megan hid behind the bed, throwing Clone Megan a bathrobe. After some initial difficulty with tying the belt, Clone Megan answered the door.
It was Olivia Wilde.
Three of her.
One of them held flowers. One of them held a box of chocolates. The third one was just licking her lips.
“I’m going to have to have a talk with those cloners,” Megan said, coming out from behind the bed.
“It does raise certain human rights issues,” Clone Megan agreed.
“Well, that and I really want my own Christina Hendricks.”
Fandom: RPFS
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,841
Characters/Pairings: Megan Fox/Megan Fox, references to Megan Fox/Olivia Wilde and Megan Fox/Rachel Maddow
Summary: If human cloning were perfected, don’t you think someone would clone Megan Fox? And don’t you think that clone would want to have sex with someone as hot as she was?
Megan Fox was watching porn. She didn’t know why other women were so down on it. There were pretty people and they fucked. Except for the super close-ups of the penetrating, which were gross. Even though she liked both penis and vagina, those shots looked like they belonged in a Discovery Channel special about creepy things found at the ocean floor. But anyway, maybe it was that the feminists just hadn’t seen any of the good porn.
She had her hand down her pants and was wondering if her agent could arrange a meeting with Asia Carrera when the doorknob in the door to her hotel room turned. Some primordial instinct convinced Megan that one or more parents were about to walk in. She jerked her hand out of her pants, grabbed the remote, and changed the channel just as the illiterate who couldn’t read the Do Not Disturb sign walked in.
“You masturbate to the Home Shopping Network?” Megan Fox’s evil twin asked.
Well, to be fair, Megan wasn’t sure she was evil, but she was definitely a twin. She was wearing black leather instead of Megan’s white linen and she had on this pair of wire glasses that kind of made her look like the Baroness. Which, since she’d already been masturbating, reminded Megan of Olivia Wilde dressing up like the Baroness and suddenly she wanted to go back to masturbating. Except, of course, she suddenly had a possibly-evil twin.
Megan zipped up her pants. “Excuse me? Who the hell are you? And what are you doing in my hotel room?”
“You’re excused, I’m your clone, and the management let me in when I said I was you and just lost my key.”
“Great, now everyone’s going to think I’m an idiot who locks herself out of her own apartment!” Megan snarled. Normally she wasn’t so uncharitable, but Asia Carrera was really hot and she’d been so close…!
“Hey, thanks for the DNA and all, but—horses, barn door, you know?”
Megan frowned. Maybe it was just a bad first impression, with the blue balls and all, but she hoped her clone wasn’t a bitch. What would that say about her? “So, who cloned you? It wasn’t, like, Dr. Doom or something?”
“Nah, just some nerds. They were kinda sweet anyway, but you know… they have a cloning machine, who else are they gonna clone? Although one of them did suggest Kelly LeBrock circa Weird Science.”
“Ooh, that’d be hot.”
“I know, right? Anyway, one of them just happened to have some of my hair lying around,” both Megans paused to go ‘brrrr’, “so three months of accelerated growth later, here I am. Hey, check it out!” She rolled up her sleeve. “No tattoos! I can get entirely different tattoos! You wanna help me shop for some after we have sex?”
Megan blinked. Was her clone something of a skank? It was better than being evil or a birther or something, but still, it made her feel like a deadbeat dad. Maybe if she’d set a better example, starred in better movies, her clone would have better self-esteem.
She really hoped that Clone Megan didn’t want to get a tribal tattoo.
“We’re having sex?”
“Uh-huh.” Clone Megan unzipped her leather jacket to show she was wearing a skimpy tanktop, which succeeded in making Megan feel all lesbian-y. “I mean, I’m technically still a virgin? That’s crap. And who else is hot enough for me to have sex with? Aside from Olivia Wilde.”
They made happy noises at the same time, which was getting to disconcert Megan. “Believe me, I’ve tried.” She looked down sadly. “So many mountain oxen…”
“Uh-huh. C’mere, I want to get in touch with my feminine side.”
Before she knew it, Megan was on the bed, getting stripped by her not-evil-but-definitely-naughty-twin. And being a little confused over that feminine side quip, because she was the original Megan Fox, by all rights she should wear the pants in the relationship. Although now they weren’t wearing pants, so it was kind of a moot point.
“Ooh, a scar!” Clone Megan observed, impressed. She kissed it. “Tell me about it?”
“It’s a long story. And not very sexy.”
“Pillow talk, got it!”
Clone Megan resumed undressing Megan, fondling every tattoo or scar. Then she did a little striptease for Megan, which was the least she could do in return for that DNA, Megan thought. Aside from a bar code, Clone Megan’s body was totally unblemished. It was weird.
“So how do we start?” Clone Megan asked.
“How about we kiss?”
“Oh!” Clone Megan bopped her forehead. “So stupid.”
They kissed, both Megans realizing their taste as their bodies slid to the bed and collided. Megan explored Clone Megan’s body, grabbing her ass as their bodies heaved against each other or cupping a breast as they necked. It was very good for the ego to find out she had a perfectly thin, well-proportioned body by having sex with it.
“We’re so hot. You wanna go down on me?” Megan asked as Clone Megan laid on top of her, surreptitiously comparing breast size with the original.
“I don’t know how. I was only programmed with a mastery of kung-fu and a deep love of video games.”
“Silly boys,” Megan said. She moved Clone Megan into position at the foot of the bed. “Just do to me what you’d like me to do to you. With your tongue,” she added.
Clone Megan looked nervous, so Megan kissed her a few times to loosen her up before lying back and spreading her legs. Now Clone Megan was in the mood. She leaned over Megan’s pussy, inhaling the familiar scent. They shared a smile and a pervy eyebrow-raise. Then Clone Megan started licking.
It was awesome! Before Megan could even think of what she wanted, Clone Megan was doing it with her tongue or her teeth or her fingers. Megan scissored her legs around her clone’s head. She was so glad she was good at eating pussy. In the past, she’d been a little worried that women faked orgasms with her, like they did with boys.
Fat beads of perspiration rolled over Megan’s skin, putting a tang in her mouth. She would’ve grabbed Clone Megan by the hair to keep her doing that for an eternity if didn’t mean she would have to let go of the sheets, which were possibly the only thing keeping her from flying into the ceiling. Suddenly, Clone Megan pulled away, grabbing Megan’s legs and yanking her to the edge of the bed.
Before Megan could begin to claim seniority, Clone Megan had jumped her and they hit the mattress like a meteor. Clone Megan ground her pussy against Megan’s, and judging by her groan it felt just as good for her as it did for her original.
“Woo!” Megan cried, going wild with lust. That Maxim Hot 100 thing was bullshit, she was hotter than hell in summer! She rolled her clone over and fucked her. Clone Megan might know kung-fu, but Megan Fox had been ‘interviewed’ by Rachel Maddow.
“I’m getting hot!” Clone Megan exclaimed, like she hadn’t expected it to feel so good so quickly. Her fingers were burrowing into Megan’s asscheeks, spreading vivid red marks across her flesh. “Make me hotter!”
“Go fuck yourself,” Megan replied with a big grin. Clone Megan laughed until her eyes rolled up in her head, which Megan didn’t think had anything to do with the joke, even though it was hella funny.
“I’m so glad I’m your clone!” Clone Megan mumbled.
“Yeah, me too.” She rode Clone Megan for a few more blissful moments, loving the feel of all the flesh that perfectly fit against her own, until Clone Megan spoke again.
“Make me come? I’ve never come before.”
Megan smiled. That she could do. “Let me show you where your clit is.”
She slid her hand between their conjoined legs. It was right where she’d left it, as hard and sore and anxious to be touched as her own. Megan ran a finger over it, just enough to make Clone Megan huff and puff and get all flushed.
“Now you find mine.”
They went still, poised at the brink. Clone Megan pulled a hand away from Megan’s asschecks like it was stuck to it. She raised the hand between them, as if astonished by it, so Megan broke the spell by giving her clone’s clit another little tap. Breathless, Clone Megan lowered her hand down Megan’s body until it mirrored the hand Megan had on her clit. Then she began to rub.
Megan followed suit.
It was like they were on one big speedway going around faster and faster. Megan’s mouth opened, her eyes shut, her breath came faster and met Clone Megan’s hot exhale. It was like she could see her own face as she was being fucked, or a really intense masturbation session that she was sharing with someone. Everywhere she looked or smelled or listened, her own pleasure was reflected back at her. The other Megan knew exactly what she wanted and she knew exactly what the other Megan wanted and she could give and get pleasure absolutely perfectly.
At the last moment they kissed, Megan going wide-eyed as Clone Megan forced a tongue down her throat. It was wild and messy and sweet, like she was back in high school, and that more than anything else made Megan come, come until she wasn’t sure where her orgasm ended and her clone’s began.
Megan rolled off Clone Megan, opening and closing her long legs since Rachel Maddow had told her that was really good for prolonging the sense of satisfaction, like a yoga thing. She told Clone Megan so and her clone said she thought that was supposed to help you get pregnant. Megan stopped doing it. She was pretty positive you couldn’t get pregnant from having sex with your clone, but best not to take any chances. It’d probably be a flipper baby too.
“This could be so cool,” Megan said, endeavoring to find out if she was cuddly. She was. “The next time we’re in a movie and shooting for 18 hours a day, one of us can shoot for half the time and the other can play X-Box, then we can switch for the other nine hours!”
“I do love X-Box,” Clone Megan said.
There was a knock at the door.
“Hide!” Clone Megan said. “I’m going to try being you!”
“Cool!” Megan hid behind the bed, throwing Clone Megan a bathrobe. After some initial difficulty with tying the belt, Clone Megan answered the door.
It was Olivia Wilde.
Three of her.
One of them held flowers. One of them held a box of chocolates. The third one was just licking her lips.
“I’m going to have to have a talk with those cloners,” Megan said, coming out from behind the bed.
“It does raise certain human rights issues,” Clone Megan agreed.
“Well, that and I really want my own Christina Hendricks.”