Episode 4:Mimi-Part 1


It was a Friday evening, and the dim patters of the rainstorm outside could be audibly heard from within the basement of Tommy’s home. For the past four days now the local area had been experiencing a continual downpour, and for just about that amount of time, Emily had been trying to find means of occupying herself without Tommy’s company. Now, at a quarter till 5, Emily was in the midst of a long play of Chess with Valoria, who since her completion about three weeks ago, had been moved out of the garage and into the basement with the rest of Tommy’s girls. Due to recent events, the mood wasn’t exactly a happy one, but instead one of apprehension, something Emily clearly held within herself.

“Is something in the wrong, my dear?”, Valoria’s question was filled more with curiosity than concern, for Emily had been in a constant state of misery since Tommy left a few days ago. As the young girl looked at the artificially alive woman and brushed aside a few locks of her hair, which had now departed from the neat cropped cut from before and was now showing signs of growing a bit of free-length, she reached her hand down to move a game piece. She herself wasn’t that invested in the current game, and as she adjusted her black panties to a more comfortable fit, she didn’t feel any sense of delight or joy in playing it.

“I’m just….not really that fond of chess, nor am I any good at it.” The first part was true, but the second part, was an obvious lie. “Oh nonsense my dear, you’re quite good at the age-old game. And if you weren’t, it would be you stark naked right now, not me.” Indeed, for in order to make the game feel more enjoyable, they decided to play “strip chess”. Whenever someone lost a piece other than a pawn, they had to discard some aspect of their clothing, and now Emily was just in a bra, panties and dark socks, while Valoria was completely nude. Even her lifeless torso and legs (who had been included in the game to par fair for Emily) lie slumped against the front of her box, exposing her soft and well-built womanhood.

Valoria wasn’t satisfied with Emily simply shutting herself out, so she set her (last) knight down, and pulled Emily’s hands across the table. Emily blushed fiercely as they were softly forced against the gypsy’s full and succulent breasts, and the woman manipulated them to rub and gently fondle her. Emily knew that Valoria was trying to comfort her, but Valoria was doing it in the only way she knew how: sexually. Despite how intelligent Valoria may be, she was simply a pleasure-thing, and down in her core she was made to think like such. Emily was not like that.

She remembered when she and her twin were created in those growth tanks in some Guro-Gal lab, and that they were given an enhanced degree of sentience. They were labeled as advertised, “A two-girl set with 15% more self-awareness”, but Emily knew this wasn’t fully so. The 15% was solely based on Jessica, in which the scientists assumed that since they were twins and had gone through the same process, that they both had the same number. Emily was 45%. But as her mind withdrew from her past, she refocused it on the “living” woman in front of her, and seemed to calm herself down as she felt the warm and squishy feel of her “relatives” lovely tits. “So, Emily, try to open up to me. Tell me what’s wrong.”

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It was a bright and warm Thursday morning, one of the first for the month of May. Tommy’s birthday was coming in the following week, and already a sense of excitement was in the air, and a whole week early too. Emily, who truthfully had very little knowledge on birthdays, was trying her hardest to practice in all the fields of proper birthday-ing. She practiced wrapping a present (she wasn’t very skilled with paper), she tried singing the song (even singing to her dead sister made her nervous), and now, she was in the process of making a cake (which was the sole reason the kitchen was now in complete disarray).

A small pile of burnt and doughy lumps lay on the counter, all fruits of Emily’s tried but failed, attempts at first-time baking. Emily looked a mess, with her loose, black hair coated with bits of flower and her face (particularly the left-side) dotted with cake batter. The small white apron she wore had done a great deal of protection for her clothing, but suffered the price and now bore a long smear of haywire cake batter across the chest. Emily had abandoned another go at the cake a short time ago, and was typing with swift keystrokes at the laptop she had on the clean part of the counter.

If a customer requested it, they could send them a “special-delivery” for a special event; a gal who was specially designed for one thing only: to party, hard. It did cost some money though, but since Tommy was a special case; his respective discounts would cover the bulk of the price. Emily was now typing the specs on the laptop, a surprisingly old thing from nearly forty years ago, and was trying to conjure up in her mind what exactly Tommy would enjoy. It took some thinking, but the details gradually came to her mind: Small, Red hair, Freckles, and Bunny; that ought to bring Tommy some sort of fun.

Just as she finished sending the order, she heard the door open, and in a state of panic she held the “OFF” button and closed up the laptop. As the door closed, she quickly rushed over to the counter to give the illusion that she was stirring the batter. As she stirred the gooey blob she heard the work-shoed footsteps she enjoyed to hear, and then an even more likable voice, “Hey Emily, how was your Woah. What the heck happened in here?” Nervous, she didn’t respond, and simply continued to stir the wooden spoon around in the occupied bowl. She was so busy faking herself out that she didn’t hear the quiet patter of feet, and was startled as a warm face leaned on her left shoulder and whispered, “It seems my favorite little girl has been quite busy today.”

She stopped stirring and managed to give a short giggle from her messy but smiling face. “Hold on, you’ve got something on your face. Here, let me get it for you.” Emily tried to brace herself for what was to happen, but it was too late; she gave a surprised laugh when Tommy’s tongue quickly slid upon her left cheek to remove a drop of loose batter. She giggled with delight as she struggled to get away from the young man’s bear-like embrace, but found that difficult as she was lifted off her nimble feet. As Tommy held her in his arms, and as Emily enjoyed being held, they both stared at each other for the longest time. Finally, their faces slowly got closer, and as their mouths parted open to kiss…RING, RING!

They both stopped and gave a glance over to the wall phone, which was surprising as how the thing was hardly ever used compared to Tommy’s cellphone. Emily was gently placed back on her feet, and Tommy walked over to answer the unexpected call. Emily, slightly upset that such a moment was spoiled so suddenly, faced the counter and began to adjust and clean her flour-dusted hair, all the while listening to Tommy’s side of the call. “Hello? ….Yes, this is Tommy, who’s this? ……Well why would you be calling……..What?.............When?............Okay…………How soon?..............Alright, good bye.” As she heard the phone click (and the sound of a chair shifting), she spun around to resume what was to be “their-moment”; instead, she saw him slumped in a chair at the table, his back facing hers.

She could just tell from the posture, and the way his talking got quiet during the call, that something was seriously wrong. “Tommy”, she asked, as she slowly treaded her way to him. “Tommy, what’s wrong?” He still didn’t respond, but simply kept staring in the opposite direction. When she finally got behind him, she reached a hand over to his shoulder, and asked one last time, “Tommy, please, tell me what’s wrong?” When he turned to face her, she saw something that she had never seen from him before; a face, that bore sadness. She had seen him be happy, serious, angry (never towards her) and even nervous, but never had she seen him sad.

She didn’t know what to do, but before she could decide what, he rested his head onto her chest, and softly cried. Finding little else to do, she wrapped her arms around him for comfort, and waited for him to cry s few minutes out before asking anymore. She had seen him sad, and now, she had seen him cry. “Tommy, what’s happened?”

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“His uncle died? That must have been terrible for him to hear.” Emily was nearly offended by Valoria’s response, but knowing that she (along with herself) had very little knowledge of “uncles”, she let it pass. “So, how did it happen?” Emily told Valoria what Tommy told her: He was working at a dock one day, when a net filled with its’ recent catch broke loose. It fell 50 ft. to the ground, falling straight onto him. He suffered tremendous head trauma, and before any medical help could arrive, he was already dead. “Tommy left for his funeral, and I don’t know when he’ll be back. I don’t even know if he’ll come back at all. His uncle was the last living relative of his, and now that he knows he’s all alone…”

Valoria now knew the great degree of fear that Emily was now displaying, and decided to defuse the situation to the best of her abilities. “Now who said he was all alone, my child? Surely not you, the sole one of us he decided to not only leave alive, but to also treat them with such care and love. No matter how many of us he’ll acquire, have sex with, kill and continue to have sex with, he will always love you, and no one else. Don’t worry, he’ll be back, and I can assure you that his love for you will be even stronger than before.”

Emily, who was in the process of crying before Valoria started, wiped away her tears and managed to break into a weak smile. The gypsy, despite her current condition, meant well to her. After all, when Tommy was away at work, she’d talk and play around with the woman in exciting ways, regardless whether she was turned ON or not. She silently nodded as thanks to her kind words, and decided that she needed to finish something she started a long time ago.

Setting her bishop down, she said, “You know what, I think I’m done playing this game.” She reached over to her pile of discarded clothes, consisting of her traditional yellow tank-top, and instead of a skirt she now wore something Tommy gave her before leaving: a pair of black short pants. After she managed to get those on, she bent over across the small table to Valoria, and the two tenderly made lip-to-lip contact. As their mouths parted, Emily reached her hand over and flipped the switch to OFF. Before resuming her existence as a realistic carnival machine, Valoria managed to say weakly, “Good night……my dear……..little……………..doll.” Her head slumped over, resting against her bare bosom, sporting a gentle but lifeless expression. As Emily made her way to the steps, and as she was half-way up, she glanced down and said, “I am no doll. And those aren’t my words, they’re Tommy’s.” She exited the basement and closed the door behind her, leaving the ‘true’ dolls lying around in the dark.