“Would that patch be useful for me too?”
Ariel:
“Oh, right, it should be.”
I gave Sam a patch too. He asked for it to be placed on the back of his right hand, so he could see it, and be reminded of me.
After that, we went to go eat breakfast, and Sam wanted to visit my room at the inn which I was still paying for. Before we began anything, I first replaced the mattress of the bed with one of my own creation since it would be far more comfortable.
Sam:
“Hey, um… you can change pretty much anything about yourself, right?”
Ariel:
“Yeah, why? Anything you want me to change?”
Sam:
“Well… I was thinking that if your sensitivity was higher, I could give you even greater pleasure, and enjoy making you orgasm more.”
He seemed a little embarrassed as he said that. How amusingly cute.
Ariel:
“Sure, I can give that a try.”
Concentrating to raise my sensitivity, I also focused more than usual upon my senses, and realized something: I could feel everything my clones felt, though only when I focused on it. I also realized someone was fucking one of them. Is that why they all wanted one? I don’t really mind… but I wasn’t expecting it. Not that I had any idea what to expect.
Sam:
“You seem to be a lot more aroused than before. Did I turn you on already?”
Ariel:
“It seems I can feel what my clones feel.”
Sam:
“Eh? Is someone-”
I interrupted him with a kiss.
Ariel:
“Don’t worry about it, I only felt it because I was actively focusing on what I could feel while adjusting my sensitivity. Didn’t want to make a mistake.”
Sam:
“Seriously, I’m curious now, is someone having sex with one of your clones?”
Ariel:
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a living doll.”
Sam:
“But you can feel it.”
Ariel:
“As I said, it’s only when I pay attention, or start thinking about them, like now when you remind me.”
Sam:
“So, every time I ask you about your clones getting fucked, you’re going to feel it?”
Ariel:
“If you ask me about my clones, I’ll feel what they feel. It’s not like your friends will be fucking them all the time.”
Sam:
“I’m not sure how I feel about them fucking your clones.”
Ariel:
“They’re just dolls. Dolls that look like me… are you worried about them lusting after me?”
Sam:
“I don’t really want to share you. I want to be the one who makes you happy, and gives you pleasure.”
Ariel:
“Then don’t worry about the dolls. The dolls aren’t me. No one is going to make me happy by just playing with my clones, and if you want to give me pleasure, then get started already.”
To prove my point, I took the lead this time, and many orgasms later…
Ariel:
“Are you still worried?”
Sam:
“You did say you couldn’t promise not to love another guy.”
Ariel:
“Yeah, I can’t promise that. I do want to keep you happy, and I greatly enjoy being with you. If the others are content with a mere clone, I’m happy to give them away. I can’t say I understand your feelings, I’d be happy to see you sharing love and happiness with others, especially if you invited me to join in. Love and happiness are things I want everyone to enjoy, and the happier I am, the more I want to share it with others, especially those responsible for it. I don’t ever want to take it away from you.”
Sam:
“Makes me wish I was as easygoing about it as you. Are you sure you’re not an angel? The things you say sound like the kind of unrealistic generosity of the angels in myth. The servants of god that work to make the world a better place.”
Ariel:
“Pretty sure I’m not an Angel, but I have always been weird. I didn’t tell you before, but I have memories of my previous life. There’s lots of holes in my memories of it, but I do remember being disappointed when I realized that most people didn’t think the same way that I did.”
Sam:
“What was so disappointing about it? Knowing that others are selfish?”
Ariel:
“While that was some of it, what disappointed me most was realizing that no one could be expected to ever really understand me. I wanted to be understood, and in time came to learn that understanding comes from similarity. So, the more different I am from everyone else, the harder it will be to get understood, and even the act of trying to learn about all this, makes me even more different. Most people just speak their mind and don’t worry about being understood. When with similar people, it works, and when they aren’t understood, they just blame the other party.”
Sam:
“You want to be understood?”
Ariel:
“Yeah, I do.”
Sam:
“I’ll do my best.”
“You seem to be a lot more aroused than before. Did I turn you on already?”
Ariel:
“It seems I can feel what my clones feel.”
Sam:
“Eh? Is someone-”
I interrupted him with a kiss.
Ariel:
“Don’t worry about it, I only felt it because I was actively focusing on what I could feel while adjusting my sensitivity. Didn’t want to make a mistake.”
Sam:
“Seriously, I’m curious now, is someone having sex with one of your clones?”
Ariel:
“Yeah. Don’t worry about it. It’s just a living doll.”
Sam:
“But you can feel it.”
Ariel:
“As I said, it’s only when I pay attention, or start thinking about them, like now when you remind me.”
Sam:
“So, every time I ask you about your clones getting fucked, you’re going to feel it?”
Ariel:
“If you ask me about my clones, I’ll feel what they feel. It’s not like your friends will be fucking them all the time.”
Sam:
“I’m not sure how I feel about them fucking your clones.”
Ariel:
“They’re just dolls. Dolls that look like me… are you worried about them lusting after me?”
Sam:
“I don’t really want to share you. I want to be the one who makes you happy, and gives you pleasure.”
Ariel:
“Then don’t worry about the dolls. The dolls aren’t me. No one is going to make me happy by just playing with my clones, and if you want to give me pleasure, then get started already.”
To prove my point, I took the lead this time, and many orgasms later…
Ariel:
“Are you still worried?”
Sam:
“You did say you couldn’t promise not to love another guy.”
Ariel:
“Yeah, I can’t promise that. I do want to keep you happy, and I greatly enjoy being with you. If the others are content with a mere clone, I’m happy to give them away. I can’t say I understand your feelings, I’d be happy to see you sharing love and happiness with others, especially if you invited me to join in. Love and happiness are things I want everyone to enjoy, and the happier I am, the more I want to share it with others, especially those responsible for it. I don’t ever want to take it away from you.”
Sam:
“Makes me wish I was as easygoing about it as you. Are you sure you’re not an angel? The things you say sound like the kind of unrealistic generosity of the angels in myth. The servants of god that work to make the world a better place.”
Ariel:
“Pretty sure I’m not an Angel, but I have always been weird. I didn’t tell you before, but I have memories of my previous life. There’s lots of holes in my memories of it, but I do remember being disappointed when I realized that most people didn’t think the same way that I did.”
Sam:
“What was so disappointing about it? Knowing that others are selfish?”
Ariel:
“While that was some of it, what disappointed me most was realizing that no one could be expected to ever really understand me. I wanted to be understood, and in time came to learn that understanding comes from similarity. So, the more different I am from everyone else, the harder it will be to get understood, and even the act of trying to learn about all this, makes me even more different. Most people just speak their mind and don’t worry about being understood. When with similar people, it works, and when they aren’t understood, they just blame the other party.”
Sam:
“You want to be understood?”
Ariel:
“Yeah, I do.”
Sam:
“I’ll do my best.”
