MISAO X MISAO

[The Case of Misao (cont.)]
Inexplicable things seem to come in lots of assorted flavours like the world's most well-varied box of chocolates. Magic seems to be no different, considering those annoyingly itching feelings, thoughts, and sensations now completely pushing the magical girl and her...self (oddly enough). Despite the battle that had just settled moments ago it seemed that there was literally something driving poor Misao's will. Whatever it is, it resulted with quite the distinct glow of crimson on the magical girl's face (as well as that of her alter-ego).
  “So... I think...no. I love you. Definitely!” The ornately adorned of the reflections spoke out of the blue, seeming just a little off-center despite it being her that took a sudden charge and moved herself to...her own room. Was it a trace of her natural reason or self-control kicking in? No one can say.
By comparison though, her double did not laugh or comment on how weak of a confession it was and seemed to grow just a little feint. Not unlike what most people would think of when asked to describe a damsel that had been saved from distress. If not for the sheer absurdity of the situation, it might have actually been cute. “M-me...too...”
 And then for just a moment, the two look at each other. Then finally the magical version of Misao takes charge once again and practically dances over to the bed and places her normal self onto the edge of the bed. This is normally the part where a normal couple would realize how dumb they look and get ahold of themselves. But that never happens, instead the two of them start kissing with a fair bit of intensity. There's no skill behind it, fitting for a couple of inexperienced lovers just pressing and sucking at each other's faces.
This exchange drags on for an unsettling few minutes before the two finally stop to take breaths, panting as though they had just been held underwater. A few breaths in, the less eccentric of the two mumbles just a little...then speaks. “Hey...er...me... Isn't this weird?”
 “Probably... Magic, transformation, monsters...who cares...really?” The second Misao answers, shaking her head a bit before giving in to her urges like before, falling over herself (quite literally) until the duo was left shuffling about in each other's arms and lips melting together in a sloppy but sublime meld.
 One might ask: “Can a magical girl undress without losing her transformation?” And any wandering spirit or insect would soon get their answer in the form of the human Misao struggling to strip away some of the frilly dress. And she would definitely suceed with ease. And in return, her magical self would fight with her own blouse. Even though neither wanted to give up her hold on the other's lips, both gradually succeeded in exposing their skin to one another.
 With the top of her outfit undone, Misao of the future was able to shimmy free of the rest of the dress. Clad in only her appropriately frilly undergarments, stockings, and fancy shoes, the still transformed version of Misao finally pulls her face away and rather energetically starts stripping her alter ego. And without a fight the human of the pair watches blissfully as her skirt and panties are pulled off in one effort. Just as assertively, the natural-haired Misao reaches up and removes the bra from the magical Misao's bust. Like a playful pair of kittens, this went on until both were left in nothing but thigh highed legware. Why didn't they remove those? That's just another mystery.
 Obvious magical changes aside, the two had identical physiques. That mirror-like build manifested in literally every way that could be seen. Even their arms had the same subtle tan lines. Again, the two stared at each other, taking in the sight of themselves in a completely different way now. Fittingly, they had the same thought now. “What now...?”
 Both of the Misaos blush a bit at the fact that they asked at the exact same time. Did they really overlook such an important fact as both having the same romantic and sexual experience as one another? Yes, they did. Be that as it may, neither of them hesitated for very long before once again embracing and kissing passionately.
 At this point, both of them had seemingly gotten used to kissing, practically looking like experts at this point. It would be quite a while before one of them (namely the magical one) finally took any new sort of action, slowly reaching down her right hand slowly. Her fingers glided down her other self's belly and down to her tights, caressing often enough to make Misao of the present time squirm and gasp in response. Thinking this to be an ideal response, she finally lets each of her hand's digits slip between those lightly toned legs. With a curious brush of fingers, a sharp moan breaks the kiss only to be immediately silenced by another.
 The non-magical Misao struggles a bit under the literal weight of herself, clearly unsettled by this new sensation. Yet just as she (as in the other Misao) had begun to experiment, Misao (the one of the present) would take the chance to try and immitate the action. Her own right hand would slip down alongside that of her other self, but instead of joining the other hand she maneuvered in the opposite direction and started rubbing the exposed womanhood with a bit of vigour.
 Despite having the mystical fortitude to survive attacks from deadly monsters, this new type of technique made her cry out without restraint. Taken by surprise, the magical Misao falls a bit, her lithe body pressing against that of her alter ego. Her own hand began to move more to match the other, sliding her fingers over the moistening petals with just as much energy. Needless to say, holding their kiss became impossible once they hit their full stride.
 “This...feels amazing...” The non-magical Misao manages to say between throes of excited moans. “Y-yes..it d-does...” Replies the other, choking out her words as best she can. Without any question of whether what they were doing was proper, each would gradually act with growing tension until their tending fingers had become slick.
 The magical Misao started shaking her hips a bit, gasping and moaning in heated repetition. Yet even as her body began to tremble she still managed to keep her hand iin action. Without any warning, she finally curls her finger into the folds of her reflection's labia, finally dipping her fingers into the clasping entrance. In response, a sound close to a scream shook the air as the human Misao nearly snapped in bliss. Then her fingers too dove inside of the nectar-soaked passage of her partner, stirring the digits about with just as much energy as the other. In short time, both girls had begun bucking against the other's hands, creating just as many obscene sounds with their bodies as they were with their voices.
 With steadily increasing pace and energy, both girls continued to explore about with lasting ecstacy. Fighting the strength of their pleasure, the Misaos finally forced their lips together again, unable to say any words for the massive heat overtaking their abdomens. Each likely knew what was coming, but they did not seem to stop to think about it. Instead the two continued to savour the taste of their mixing saliva until nature finally drove them both into a world of unending sensations. Their lips broke apart again, then comes a pair of moans with volume greatly shattering any other.
 Both of them would see white, riding out the full effect of their climax for a few pleasant minutes. When they finally regained their senses, they once again stared at each other, but this time with just as much exhaustion as there was affection.
 “Uhm...I guess...we did it...” Speaks the magical Misao. “Y-yeah...I guess we did...” Replies the normal Misao.
 Another long, awkward silence. It was just a handful of seconds, but it may as well have been hours. “Erm...we should probably...read up on this sort of thing...just in case.” The transformed of the Misao utters, still smiling despite her admission of having had no idea what to do.
 “That might be a good idea...” The normal of the doubles complies, leaning in and nuzzling against her copy. The magical of the selves returns this affectionate gesture with one of her own. It was a sweet display, but it makes you wonder what others might say when they show up to check on the noise...
 [The End~]