Episode 4:Mimi-Part 2
by Andlex

A thought occurred to Emily as she walked away from the basement door: she failed at making cakes consistently. Why, then, did she keep trying the exact same way time and time again? Why had it never occurred to her to use the laptop she had all set up and ready to look up and follow recipes?

If she was honest with herself, it was probably because she was preoccupied with other things. She went to the kitchen, and seeing that it hadn’t left its’ original spot a couple of days prior, she turned the laptop on. While it loaded its ‘primitive’ operating system, she gathered the supplies she had used in her previous efforts: this included a rolling pin, an apron, both vanilla and chocolate frosting tubes, and cake mix.

She returned to the laptop, now fully loaded and ready to go, and searched for instructions on making a cake properly. She clicked a link and began reading. Her eyes scanned over each appearing step, running each of them through her head until she got to step 5:

"Follow the instructions written on the box."

Now Emily just felt stupid. Blushing with embarrassment, she looked at the instructions on the box of cake mix, and as her long quest to make-a-cake started, followed them. Most of the ingredients she'd been trying to figure out on her own were already in the box, and she didn't have to do much more with it. She needed a pan, not a rolling pin. The frosting would come in handy later, when the cake itself was finished.

Ten minutes of slow progress later, she sat cross-legged in front of the oven. She watched her cake, cooking too slowly for her mind to follow. It smelled like cake, though, even if it looked rough. Its surface was uneven and there were holes in places she'd never seen holes in cakes before, but it was a real, legitimate cake, and she was proud of it. After failing for so long, she'd finally succeeded, just once, and it was beautiful; Imperfect, but beautiful.

The timer ticked so slowly.

Emily hadn't budged an inch when the oven finally gave its long beep. She rose to her feet (which had long since fallen asleep) and flipped down the oven door. Immediately, the smell and heat rushed out and washed over her like an ocean filled with sugar and chocolate instead of salt and fish crud.

She donned the hot pads recommended by the Internet page and removed the pan and set it on top of the oven. Now, it’s time to slap on the frosting.

The doorbell rang, and Emily stopped everything she was doing.

Was it Tommy at the door? She never imagined he’d get back so soon. Should she leave the cake out? No, it would be better left a surprise. She hurriedly stuffed the cake in the fridge, and with a few last sniffs, she reluctantly shut the door on it. She closed the laptop monitor down and made her way to the door. She turned the knob, but the door opened without her consent.

Just outside, in the middle of this terrible rain, stood a girl; a pale, freckled redhead of about fifteen dressed up in sweat pants and a sweatshirt. She had a hand on the doorknob on the other side and for a moment looked just as shocked as Emily did. Then she said, "Tommy?"

Emily only blinked, and to the girl, ‘that’ was a good enough answer.

"Hi, I'm Mimi. I’m the birthday gal for the special, little birthday boy. Can I come in?"

Emily stepped aside. "Yeah, come on in."

Mimi entered with a visible bounce in her step, causing little droplets of water to fall onto the hardwood floor. A few paces in, she spun around and faced Emily. Emily closed the door, her eyes not leaving Mimi’s for a moment.

"So, Tommy!" she said. "What's up first?"

Emily, ignoring the odd name mix-up, thought to herself. She'd ordered Mimi to cheer Tommy up, but Tommy wasn't home. After successfully finishing her first, “true” cake, she didn't need any cheering up herself, but...

"Mimi, what are you doing?"

"Well what does it look like I’m doing, I’m stripping."

Indeed she was. Her sweatshirt fell at her feet, revealing a decent set of breasts halfway covered only by the thin fabric of a skimpy, red bunny suit. She stepped out of her pants, and underneath, she wore dark tights on a beautiful set of legs. She knelt, and taking a red and white bunny ear headband from her sweatshirt pocket, she fitted it on her head. She smiled at Emily and ran her hands down her own body, all the way from her shoulders down to her hips.

"Am I what you ordered?"

"Yes..." Emily said. "But I'm not Tommy. Tommy's a boy's name."

Mimi stepped close to Emily and put her hands on her cheeks. Emily blushed, and Mimi leaned in closer and pressed her forehead against Emily's in response.

"You're cute," Mimi said. Emily blushed harder. "Can I kiss you?"

Emily at first considered refusing, since she'd ordered this girl for Tommy, but it wasn't like she was going to kill the pretty little redhead. She didn't see any reason to refuse, so she nodded. Mimi moved in and kissed her lips. Her arms slid under Emily's shirt and up her sides. Her nails brushed Emily's skin not quite hard enough to hurt, but just hard enough to feel good. Emily moaned inadvertently, and blushed fiercely as she realized Mimi was moaning too. Her kiss was messy and forceful. She pushed Emily against the counter and squeezed her waist, pulling their bodies close to one another. Mimi broke this kiss, and then let her lips and tongue run down Emily's face and neck. As she sank slowly to her knees, she pulled Emily's shorts down with her. Emily covered herself initially, but Mimi nudged her hands apart and looked up at her from between her legs.

"Enjoy yourself, Tommy," she said.

"Wait just a mi --"

Emily cut herself off and went silent as Mimi's lips touched her womanhood, who now proceeded with her tongue. Emily put her hands on Mimi's head, grabbing a clump of hair and holding on tight as Mimi pleasured her. Mimi reached around Emily's leg and pulled it up over her shoulder. Emily didn't resist, and instead she pulled the redhead in closer, moaning louder now and making no attempt to hide it.

"This is a little more than kissing, Mimi..." Emily managed to gasp out before a nibble on her clit made her start moaning again. She felt an orgasm building inside her and grabbed Mimi's ears. They came right off. Without missing a lick, Mimi reached up, plopped them back on her head, and continued as usual. Emily made sure to grab her hair this time, and at last she came in the redhead's face with a yelp. She fell to her knees, and sat face-to-face with Mimi. Mimi giggled, kissed her lightly, and reached around her for something.

"Frosting?" Mimi said, showing Emily the tube of vanilla frosting. Emily nodded. Mimi kissed her again, and then lifted her shirt over her shoulders. Emily sat there on her knees, naked, as Mimi popped the tube open and squeezed frosting out onto Emily's bare torso. She applied it heavily over her nipples and navel, and drew symmetrical, curving lines over the rest of her. She stared at Emily blankly for a moment, then squirted a tiny drop onto her nose and giggled. Emily giggled back; Mimi's energy was infecting her.

"You look delicious, Tommy," said Mimi.

"I'm Emily," said Emily. Mimi nodded.

"Emily should taste delicious as well, Tommy."

"What?"

By now, Emily had recognized Mimi as a more….simple-minded kind of Guro-Gal. Not only had she refused Emily as Tommy(and along that line a boy as well), but despite Emily’s constant corrections, she ‘still’ called her Tommy. Mimi gave Emily a few seconds to think on this before digging in. She started at Emily's crotch, lapping up the frosting she'd poured over it, and moved up her belly. Emily gritted her teeth and sucked in the drool she only now realized was coming out. She felt herself quivering as Mimi slowly crawled up her body. Mimi licked and licked, and Emily decided somewhere in the back of her mind that she was going to have to use the chocolate frosting on Tommy's cake instead of vanilla.

When Mimi reached her nipples, Emily started moaning again. She grabbed the girl's hair once more, then her shoulders, and finally her breasts. She still hadn't removed her bunny suit. She reached Emily's head and they kissed again, tangled in each other's limbs. Mimi's breath tasted like vanilla, as did her tongue and teeth. Emily scoured her mouth for any remaining frosting, and Mimi searched Emily's mouth for... well, pleasure.

Eventually, Mimi sat up. She reached across Emily and opened the cupboard under the kitchen sink, presumably trying to find something else to get Emily off with. She pulled out a box Emily immediately recognized.

"Wait, Mimi," she said, getting to her knees. She hadn't even realized she'd been flat on her back for the past ten or so minutes. Mimi looked inquisitively at her.

"What?"

"That's dangerous. That box. Don't open it."

Mimi blinked. "Dangerous?" she repeated.

"Yes. It's dangerous. It nearly killed me."

Why in the world had Tommy hidden it under the sink?

"This box almost killed you?"

"No," said Emily. "What's inside it did."

"Sounds like fun!"

"Wait, no!"

Mimi opened the box like a horny teenage version of Pandora. A segmented metallic tentacle flopped out, slid around on the floor, and eventually got its bearings. Emily was surprised the thing was even turned on; it must have been a result of all the moisture from the past few days. Mimi, whose simplistic mind held no knowledge whatsoever on the very products GG made, poked it curiously with her finger. It wrapped itself around and up her arm, almost like a vine. She smiled at it, and seeing no danger she opened her mouth to speak. The tentacle saw this opening and took it almost instantly. It shoved itself into her mouth and slid down her throat. Her eyes went wide with surprise and she started squirming around. Another tentacle made its way out of the box and turned what Emily assumed was its head around the room. It pointed in Emily’s direction, and in response she covered her crotch with her hands.

She was horrified, but she gathered well-enough nerve to sternly say "No, Down."

The tentacle backed off a bit and tried lowering itself closer to the ground, but it slipped out and hit the tile floor with a loud CLANK! Emily almost felt bad for it before remembering what it had done to her the first time. Taking no interest in her, it made its way toward Mimi instead. It tried futilely to penetrate the crotch area of her leotard, stopped, and tried again a little higher up. Mimi moaned against the first tentacle and ran her hands up and down it like she was jerking it off. Apparently it wasn't hurting her, but the second tentacle probably did. It tried to enter through her navel, but ended up giving her one, solid-metal punch to the gut. She gave a muffled yelp and fell on her side. The second tentacle merely watched her squirm for a moment, then seemed to get an idea and dove in through the gap between her breasts. It slithered down her suit and hesitated at her crotch before shoving itself inside.

Emily watched all this in fascination; horrified fascination, but fascination none the less. Mimi was wide-eyed and squirmed on the floor even more as the tentacle penetrated her lower half, but her hands still graced on the tentacles’ chrome-smooth surface. A clear liquid was now secreting through the flexible segments of the toys; a stage-of-play they never reached with Emily before. Mimi's skin and hair were soaked with both the tentacle fluid and her own sweat. Her leotard was damp enough that Emily could just see her nude form through the semi-transparent clothing.

A third tentacle extended from the box and wasted no time as it went straight for Mimi's mouth. It found the opening occupied and instead slid down her back and buried itself in her ass. Emily felt a little relieved that they weren't hurting her, but her heart kept racing in excitement as she watched what ‘could’ have been happening to her.. Dangerous or not, Mimi looked sexy with her skin shining with fluids and her leotard malfunctioning; one of her breasts was fully exposed now.

Then, something unexpected happened. Emily saw three bulges in Mimi's stomach through her leotard, then four, then five. That made no sense; there were only three tentacles, so why were there now five? She was vaguely aware that Mimi's moans had now turned into quiet screams. Her eyes were the same, but her eyebrows were angled in an expression of pain. Emily moved for the box, but stopped as Mimi looked directly at her and shook her head. Did she really want to go through with this? Emily watched with shock as Mimi's left arm started to move away from her body, and then burst off in a spray of blood and fragmented bone. Mimi closed her eyes and screamed into the tentacle occupying her mouth, which was now squirming spastically. She tried to clutch her bleeding stump with her remaining arm, but something happened to that as well. A steady bulge appeared along her bare skin and circled down to her wrist. Her arm broke itself at the elbow, then at the wrist. Like the last one, it then burst apart at the shoulder. Now in her state of panic, Emily could clearly see two smaller tentacles wrapped around the muscles and tendons in Mimi's detached arm, which slithered back up and into her torso.

Somewhere in the midst of all this, Mimi had died. Emily saw her moving one moment, and the next time she paid attention, she was completely limp. Now the only signs of life were only those caused by the tentacles, whose movements started to become erratic for some reason. Her leotard had fallen down to reveal both her breasts and the bottoms of her ribs. There was obviously something going on inside her chest, something Emily saw quite clearly when another small tentacle punched through her navel, slid up her torso, and drilled itself into her throat. It reemerged from her throat a moment later and slipped back into her navel again. In fact, all the tentacles did. All Emily could see anymore were the three in her mouth, pussy, and ass, holding her lifeless form face-up and dead over the box. Her body gave a sudden jerk, and then another. Emily heard one thing tear and then another snap. Then, right in front of her eyes, Mimi's body came apart. Her upper-half from the ribs and up tore off her lower half, trailing organs, intestines, blood, and gore-soaked tentacles as it fell to the floor five feet away. The tentacles in Mimi's lower-half stuck out and waggled around in the air. Several smaller tentacles emerged from around the tip of each of them, all looking for the body they'd just been submerged in. Mimi's top half jerked around and sprayed blood all over the floor and counters as the tentacles tried to reorient themselves. With a snap and a spurt, Mimi's head ripped itself from her shoulders, soared in the air for a second, then rolled to a stop against Emily's frozen feet.

Clear, thick fluids burst from the tips of all three tentacles. For a moment, there were three mucky fountains in the room, and then there was just Mimi's gory, dismembered corpse. The tentacles flicked around for a moment longer, but their sort-of ejaculation had finally taken their toll on the little machines. They sputtered to a stop, and didn't move again.

Emily copied their inaction for another minute, staring at Mimi's head as it stared at her knees with pale-blue eyes and whose torn neck-stump spurted blood all over her foot. Then she knelt, slowly, and picked up the dead girl's head. Her eyes and mouth hung open in death, and shared the mixed expression of shock and pleasure. Her bunny ears were somehow still attached, and despite the uneven tear in her neck, her head was fully intact.

She looked up from the head and observed the state of the kitchen. As entrancing as the performance had been, it would be one hell of a mess for her to clean up, but first things first. She set Mimi's pretty head aside and approached her naked, armless torso, still covered in the tentacles' imitation secretions. She picked up the tentacle that had previously been in her mouth and carried it over to the box. She dropped it inside, then slowly pulled Mimi's lower half from the tentacles. It came off with a long, wet sloshing sound. They hadn't gone straight up her holes -- they'd entered her leotard, and then came down. Amazingly, the bunny suit had survived the whole ordeal and was still in perfect condition. Emily stared at it for a moment; bloodstained as it was, she liked it. She carefully removed it from Mimi's hips, folded it, and set it aside on the cleanest counter left. Then, gathering all the cleaning supplies she’d need, she proceeded to wipe up all the blood and all the fluids. She scooped up Mimi's organs -- she found one lung, a liver, a kidney, and her heart -- and dumped them in a bag. Those would need to be disposed of properly if trouble was to be avoided. A special cleanup kit could be ordered to avoid those awkward situations where Guro-gals (or what remained of them), were mistaken for real gals.

Finally, after about an hour of hard work, all that was left in the kitchen was Mimi's dismembered corpse, still leaking a bit of blood onto several layers of newspapers. That and the box filled with the dead tentacle toys. Emily took the girl's corpse down to the basement, piece-by-piece, and then went for the box. She shoved it into a black trash bag, tied it shut, and then donned a long jacket to go dispose of the thing on the curb for the following days’ garbage truck.

Back in the warm comforts of the house, Emily washed the bloodied bunny suit by hand. Out of her own curiosity, she removed the jacket and tried on the suit herself. She set the ear headband over her head and looked at herself in a full-length mirror. She smiled and tried to walk with a bounce similar to the one Mimi had, but it was harder than it looked, and besides, Mimi's lovely chest had added a certain something to her walk. No matter what she wanted, that was something Emily couldn't replicate. Regardless, the outfit was sexy on her; she'd wear it for Tommy when he’d get home.

Returning to the basement to check if blood was still leaking out of the torn up corpse, she lifted Mimi's head and gazed at her lifeless eyes for a few moments. Without her ears, without her curvy body attached, and without her horny expression, her face looked surprisingly innocent, maybe even slightly fearful. Emily gave her one last kiss, then left the basement and shut off the lights. Now, it was time to finish that cake.