Infinity

Infinity
SusanxSusan. For the IRC again. Not as good as Mouse in Space (in my opinion), but fuck it. You heard me. Butt fuck. Oh, and for those who aren't familiar with her, this is about the person Susan. Not the BCB character.

 The darkness of the night draped over the landscape of where ever the fuck Susan lives. There was a light breeze, one that seemed to carry a mysterious coolness from the none other than the heavens, entirely for the purpose of eliminating evidence that the sun had ever risen. Susan sat within her house; she was alone and feeling quite desolate. She sat on her couch, watching a movie she had seen far too many times play on her television. She occasionally would get up, whether it was to grab a drink or some food, or maybe to relief herself, and she would capture a glance out the window. She would look into the bleak, remorseless blackness; she would gaze into the vast waste land of nothingness. She would imagine herself, out there, flying. She pictured herself no longer bound to the earth; no longer bound by responsibility; no longer tortured by social stigmas. She saw a new life on the horizon. She saw happiness. It was far, but she could see it. She could see it with her own eyes. No matter what she was told and no matter what was done to her, a new life awaited.
	“You’re tearing me apart, Lisa!” The man on the television yelled as he threw his hands to the sky in desperation. Susan couldn’t help but laugh. Many ‘a times she had bore witness to that very clip, yet she still found it ridiculous and absurd. It was one of the few things in life that didn’t rust and crumble to dust, or at least it was to her. She continued to watch, eyes fixated on the television. Suddenly, she heard something from the hall closet that was next to her. She looked over, first in fear, and then in anger. She prepared herself to fuck some shit up, but the closet remained quiet, and the door remained closed.
“Fucking thought so.” Susan said aloud, returning to her movie.
	It wasn’t long until she heard it again, this time; she could identify the sound as a bang. As if someone had hit the door.
“What the fuck is that?” Susan asked herself.
Suddenly, the door flew open and a cool, but powerful wind, flew out. Within Susan’s house, there were no remnants of the rising sun, there was only darkness and despair. So the wind flew in circles, with no purpose, and no meaning.
“SUSAN.” A voice from within the closet bellowed. It seemed oddly familiar. “I HATH COME.” The voice was not screaming, but it seemed ominously loud, and conflictingly smooth.
“WHAT THE SHITTING FUCK SHIT?!” Susan screamed as she flew to the end of the couch, soon falling on the ground and attempting to crawl away, eyes locked on the closet.
“FEAR NOT.” The voice rang. A floating women began to emerge from the closet, the wind flying with immense fury around her. The girl was familiar.
“Wha- How? You’re… me?” Susan asked in fear and confusion. The wind began to slow down, and the ghastly creature that had arrived began to exit the air, and join its feet to the ground.
“I am.” The voice was no longer loud. It sounded just like hers, in tone and volume.
“How is this possible? What do you want from me?” Susan asked the creature, terror flowing through her blood.
“I’ve come to teach you a lesson.” The creature replied.
“A… lesson? OH GOD, IT’S BECAUSE I SAID MEOWTH HAS A SMALL PENIS, ISN’T IT?!” Susan screamed.
“Um, no.”
“Okay, then what is it? I don’t have all night.” Susan asked, growing impatient.
“I have come to teach you to love yourself.” The imposter Susan pronounced. The real Susan sat in silence for several moments.
“AHAHAHAHAHA!!!” Susan let out a bellowing laugh. “You’re fucking kidding me, right? This is shit and you are gay and stupid.”
The second Susan approached the original, slowly causing the laughter to come to an end. Susan looked up at the imposter; she looked into its deep eyes. She had never realized she had such nice eyes before. They were her eyes, weren’t they? The imposter brought her hand up and rubbed Susan’s cheek softly. The real Susan could feel her natural resistance and defense crumbling beneath the soft touch of her own hand. The imposter grew closer as Susan felt herself begin to blush. Slowly, their lips touched, and Susan felt shocks of pleasure run through her body. Her back arched slightly, and her eyes widened. Soon though, her eyes closed, and the hands of the creature explored her.
“Ummm” She moaned in pleasure.
“Yes, does it feel good?” Susan could hear the voice in her head. Was it her own thoughts, or the imposter? She couldn’t tell anymore. The imposter took its other hand and grabbed Susan’s wrist. “Feel me; explore me; you are me.” The voice rang in her thoughts once more. Susan obliged and began to caress the breast of the imposter. Slowly, her hand slid downward, and it slid past the imposter’s belly button. When it reached the hem of the imposter’s pants, their kiss was broken.
“Remove them, Susan. You know what you want.” The imposter said to her.
“Yes…” Susan said in a near pleasure induced daze.
She placed both hands on the loose fitting pajama pants, and pulled them to the ground. What she saw filled her heart with both fear and disgust. She had expected to find womanhood. She expected the pleasant scent of arousal. She wanted to herself. But she didn’t see that. There was only another Susan.