Chapter 95: Double The Trouble [Illustration]

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"What the hell did you do?!"

Marianne lowers her head, shutting her eyes before an angry clone of Mary. "I—I don't know, I'm sorry!"

"No, you should know!" the false Mary points, deepening her brows. "You were supposed to split like we always do. How is it that you ended up creating me instead of just allowing Anne to separate from me?"

"It...it must've been the wine!"

"Don't you dare blame it on the wine! You're also partly me, so you should've been able to handle yourself with a single glass."

"It's not an excuse though! I exist using your real base, so maybe...maybe you're just overestimating yourself."

"Huh?! Are you really blaming me?"

"I'm blaming us both! You can't just criticize me when you're also part of me!"

"Well, I didn't ask to suddenly exist like this!"

The two argue, oblivious to Viviane and Daniel's blank stare as the latter remains fitted within his elder slime mother. Nothing could have prepared them for this night to get stranger.

"Mmph..."

Hearing her son stir within, Viviane blinks out of shock. "Oh! Sorry, let me get off you first."

Schlip!

Daniel inhales as his elder slime mother opens up and slides off his body, pulling away with strings of connected goo that hang on for a split second before receding away. Regaining full control of himself, the artist doesn't waste time leaning into his reforming mother's ear.

"Just to be sure, but is that Mary really a clone?"

Viviane drops her head as she finishes closing up. "Sadly, it's exactly as you saw. While this Mary formed quickly after drawing out of your Mama's arm, there's no doubt she's made of her mass. It's just like how I first created your clone."

"Then, doesn't this indirectly mean Anne has successfully split a part of herself?"

"I suppose. Although, I think their state from the wine was a factor."

Daniel snorts. "Didn't you say she had to let go of herself to produce a clone?"

The elder slime shakes her head, smiling bitterly. "Honestly, I never thought getting drunk would help, but here we are. In any case, they need to stop arguing."

"Right...Um, h—hey! Can you two chill?" Daniel calls, clapping his hands. That's enough for Marianne and the false Mary to catch themselves, twisting their heads to their son and boyfriend.

"Ah...sorry about that, love," the false Mary responds first, more softly.

"Mama is sorry too!" Marianne follows.

Clearing up the air, "Mary" returns to the fusion. "Alright, no matter how or why it happened, at least I have all the memories up till now. Since I'm aware that I'm not the real one, let's just do what needs to be done."

Marianne widens her eyes and shuffles uncomfortably. "Wait, you don't mean..."

"Hold on, let's not go there yet," Viviane urges. Breathing out, she focuses on the fusion. "Please try splitting properly this time, sister."

"Oh, but..." Marianne bites her lips, worried she'll make another mistake. At the same time, it would be worse if she couldn't split at all. Resolving herself, she sighs.

"Yes, I'll be more careful this time."

She glances at the clone once more, her heart squeezed, knowing how terrible it was for Viviane to re-assimilate Daniel's clone.

Would this really be the same situation?

Aware of the concern, the false Mary smiles easily. "Love, please. It'll be okay."

Okay?

Wiggling her lips with shame for leaving such a problem to her parts, she lowers her gaze and pulls away. "...I hope so."

Splick!

Fortunately, the fusion safely splits back to Mary and Anne as the former breathes in sharply, stirring as the latter stretches away from her side with a grunt. The covering slime mother stretches away to her wavy-haired form as usual, becoming less of the ebony host's second skin in turn and regaining her individual consciousness.

The same goes for Mary, who widens her eyes to a reflection of herself, smiling more.

"Whoa," she breathes.

The clone giggles. "Why, hello there, real me."

However, it's too soon for the artist to admire her double, smacked by the wine on her mind while its effects clear from Anne. The last remaining residue of Anne's mass eventually slides off, leaving Mary wincing to the burden of a glass that indeed was too much.

"Seriously?" Her clone stiffles a laugh. "Well, maybe gulping down the glass all at once was a bad idea."

The thumping lasts only for a few moments before Mary straightens, clearing herself. "I...I still call bullshit. It's probably having something to do with Anne and I being joined, but I won't deny we should've drank more moderately."

"You can say that again," The false Mary snorts, but grins. "Besides that, nice to meet me! How are you feeling? Have to ask since I'm senseless all over."

"Nice to meet me too! Give yourself some credit, though. We're British, so there's not much sense to be had."

"Aha! As expected of the original!"

"Hehe, I'd say you're quite the copy too!"

"Oh, not at all! Let's not forget Anne transformed into you, remember?"

"Yes, but that was before she knew me entirely. With my memories and personality, you're like...probably a better me."

"Pfft!" The clone waves her hands. "Oh, no, there's nobody more perfect than you~"

Mary squeals, wiggling in delight. "Aww, I knew my self-worth would come in handy some day!"

"This might be the real nightmare," Daniel mutters, unheard in his horror as he watches the Mary twins bond in their strange, enlightened ways.

"Um...Mary?" Anne injects herself back between them.

The twin British girls perk up and change their attention to Anne, who fidgets. With their eyes on her, she lowers her gaze.

"I...I'm sure that part of the reason this happened is because of my inexperience, so...sorry."

"Love, let's not worry about it anymore," the clone reassures, raising her chest. "In any case, the night was sure wild!"

"Yes," the real Mary agrees, her eyes cheery. "Oh, and congrats on splitting for the first time, love!"

Anne groans, burying her face into her hands. "This is no time for celebration! Besides, I didn't do this fully on my own."

Even so, the false Mary chuckles. "That's all details. The fact is, you've shown you can separate a part yourself just like Vivi-Mama. Shame it ended up being me, though."

Said elder slime coughs. "While I wish we all had more time to talk, it's already getting late. Now that Anne and Mary have truly separated, what should we do with this clone?"

A silence falls. Removing her hands from her face, Anne grimaces. "That's..."

Faltering in words, she stares at the clone, who huffs in turn. "Love, there's only one thing to do: take me back. At the end of the day, I'm just a bunch of goo that belongs to y—"

The clone halts, her lips frozen in place. After a moment of gears turning in her duplicated mind, she squeaks and holds a hand out. "Wait, wait, wait! Holy shit, that's right, I'm a slime girl now! L—let me try something before I disappear, please!"

The clone doesn't wait for a response from the stunned group as she pulls the same hand back, focusing on bringing out the underlying goo. Although she can't explain it, she holds a vague feeling of how Anne and Viviane can control their masses through the memory sharing.

A few moments of embracing that feeling, the pigment to her hand fades away, revealing the same blue slime of Anne.

"Wow!"

Her eyes glimmer like a little girl finding diamond as she turns her hand, taking in the light-bending gel mass that makes her up. Still, there's so much more than simple erasure of pigment, so she stretches her arm out like a noodle with ease, extending it up to the ceiling.

"This is awesome! I mean, I might not be able to feel or taste anything, but to be able to move around like this would make my work so much easier. Imagine, no more bending down for dropped brushes!"

The real Mary quivers before her elastic double's flexibility, then shuts her eyes. "God damn it, I'm so jealous!"

"Can't you do the same when Anne is merged with you?" Daniel asks. He wonders if it's wise to be playing around. Regardless, the clone is already doing so, melting her body to slide across the living room, flowing between everyone's legs.

While the slimy Mary's excitement fills the room, the original sighs. "Sure, but there are limits to how far we can extend when your mothers are overlaying me. I certainly can't melt myself down like she's doing."

The slimy Mary slithers back to her previous position after swimming around, but instead of looking human, she remains blue and gooey as she reforms herself. Her semi-transparent curves jiggle as she exhales.

"Okay, I'm satisfied!"

Without ado, she opens her arms outward towards Anne. "Alright, love, you can take me back now~"

Despite the willingness to be assimilated, the slime mother shivers. She takes a step back and shakes her head. "N...no, I'm sorry, but I can't do this."

Another drop of silence.

Viviane shuts her eyes, but doesn't say anything. In the end, everyone remains still, feeling the weight she experienced after cloning Daniel.

With no progress to end the night easily, Mary's clone drops her arms, her last smile now a crack. She draws out a long sigh, crossing her arms. "So we're really debating this, huh? Love, I'm happy you're concerned about me, but you don't need to be. We can't be having more complications just before Marlin arrives."

Yet, Anne frowns. "Even so, you're still Mary! I already was shared how Daniel's clone felt as he was disappearing, so how...how can I do the same to you?"

"This is different," the false Mary urges, more leveled. "That version of our son didn't know the signs of being a slime, but I do. I'm aware that I'm just a fake."

"Being a fake doesn't change the fact that you're free and autonomous now! Surely there's a better way than make you disap—"

"That's the only way!" the clone cuts, her impatience rising. Exasperated, she turns to her original. "Help me out here. Surely, you agree with me...you know, being me?"

Mary's face wrinkles. "I do agree that long-term, having two of me will be problematic. At the same time, if you're truly me, then I'd be scared of what's to come."

"Oh my god," the clone groans, covering her face. Keeping it together with a dry laugh, she drops her hands. "If you guys keep talking about it, of course I'd be scared! But my feelings are irrelevant since there won't be any pain if I go, so let's stop talking like my existence means something."

"W—what does that make me?" Anne presses, clenching her fist closer to her chest. "I also came into existence as a split from Viviane, so how can you say you don't mean anything?"

"The difference is that I still feel like I am Mary, I want to remain being Mary, and I wouldn't like it if another me was about...or like my twin says, all the time."

"To throw yourself away, though..."

"Graah!" The false Mary throws back her head, grabbing it and shaking. "This is going nowhere! Fine, let's just have your body decide!"

SPLISH!

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Before Anne can question, the clone loses form, flooding around the slime mother in a snap. It happens too swiftly for her to react, easily seeping into her solid figure where it belongs.

"M—Mary, stop! You don't have to...Mmmph!"

The goo closes up around her face and the rest of her body, thinning as it conforms to her existing shape like a sheet. There's nothing the slime mother can do but quiver, unable to register or feel her slime to reject the assimilation.

She doesn't know what to do.

"Mom!" Daniel shouts, taking a step forward, but Viviane stops him with an arm out, her eyes narrowed sadly.

"Child, she'll be fine. This is her mass that's just returning to her."

The real Mary hums, smiling bitterly. "Yes, this...is for the best."

Although, she feels conflicted, troubled that she would throw her sense of existence. If the positions were reversed, would she have done the same?

It doesn't matter anymore, as Anne finishes taking all of her slime back, shaping subconsciously to her human structure. Her pigment fades over her translucent body as she blinks.

Her face slowly falls, and raising a hand, she flexes herself with a bitter smile. "I see, so that's it? There's nothing I can do."

Viviane doesn't stop Daniel pushing forward as he takes his slime mother, pulling her close to him. Only a bit surprised, she quickly wraps back, squeezing him with a small whimper as she buries her face into his shoulder.

"Mom, it's alright," he whispers.

Anne tightens her grip over him. "I hate this. I hate that I don't have better control of myself."

"You're still learning. Please don't blame yourself."

"Was I in the wrong, though? I just...it didn't feel right to me that someone so alive like us should disappear."

Daniel sighs, shutting his eyes. "I don't think you were wrong, but...it was her choice. How did she feel?"

"She...!"

Anne pauses, then pulls back. With wide eyes, she snaps her head to Viviane. "Sister, didn't you say you felt Daniel's shock and thoughts when you took back his clone?"

The elder slime blinks. "Yes, but why do you say that?"

Anne thins her lips. "I felt nothing."

"Perhaps that's for the best." Viviane hums. "Still, you should've received some new memories, however short they may be."

"But I didn't?"

As the disparity between the two slimes weigh down, Mary gasps, pointing at the first slime mother. "Love, your shoulder!"

"Huh? Ack!"

"Ooooo..."

Anne flinches as a groan matching Mary's tone reverberates within her. Specifically, a mound grows from her shoulder, shaping up to be none other than the copy herself. As the false Mary finishes forming her head, her eyes open downward to their shared form, then back to her neighborly head.

"So, uh...that didn't work."

"Mary!" Anne breathes, her eyes shining.

"No, you shouldn't be excited!" The clone growls. "This is bad! Why haven't you assimilated me back!?"

"Ah! Well, I'm not sure!" Anne squeaks, then switches again to Viviane. "What's happening here?"

The elder slime opens her mouth, shocked, as everyone else. After a few seconds of ingraining the conjoined sisters into her mind, she clears herself.

"Honestly, I don't have to think much when I absorb my clones. Your body should just...handle it, I guess?"

"Oh, great," Daniel grumbles, looking away.

"My existence is pain!" The false Mary cries, shutting her eyes. "Why do you reject me?"

"I did accept you being gone after you forced yourself on me," Anne notes. Furrowing her brows, she huffs. "Since there's no helping it now, get out of me already!"

"Ugh."

Stretching forward, the slimy Mary loses shape for a moment as she stretches, spilling out of Anne from her shoulder like a fountain. As she pools before the group, she rises back to her human shape with slumped shoulders and a sigh.

"Well, shit. What do we do now?"

The real Mary blinks for a moment before gasping. Tapping her hands together, she leans forward with bright eyes. "Wait, why don't we join together?"

Her clone freezes before similarly clapping her hands together, inching closer to the original. "Genius me! Why didn't I think of that from the start? After all, there's no better place to being me than me!"

"Haha, exactly!" Mary chirps, lifting her chest. She extends her arms out. "Come. We can become a better girlfriend and mother for our love!"

"You read my mind!"

The clone doesn't waste time surrounding the original before anyone has a say...or rather, the group is far too exhausted by now to even care. They all smile weakly as they witness the gooey Mary align neatly around her human self, attaching mind and mass together.

Like previous fusions, the false Mary disappears seamlessly across the original's skin, leaving only one, single Mary to slowly open her eyes and breathe. She blinks a few times as her memories catches up, then looks at her hands.

She hums, squinting her eyes. "I don't feel any different."

Sighing, Daniel only rubs the bridge of his nose before flipping to Anne. "Mom, get ready. We're going back."

"Ah?" the slime mother sounds, straightening. "So we're just going to...leave it at that?"

"There's no helping it now."

Anne nods to the side. "Well, okay. Mama will be driving, though, you hear?"

Daniel snorts, closing his eyes. "Even if I didn't drink, I think that's for the best after tonight's events."

Mary coughs, composing herself. "Quite blunt there. In any case, I'll keep you posted when I pick up Marlin, though."

"Please do, and about yourself."

"Aw, Mummy will be fine, love!"

Flat to her sweet tone, Daniel changes focus to the elder slime. "Mother, please look after her."

Viviane curls her lips. "I'll try, child."

"Hey, I said I'll be fine!" Mary huffs. Stepping closer to her boyfriend, she squishes herself against him with a pout. "Why don't you try being nicer to me before you leave?"

Daniel stiffens, literally, as his cock pokes her thighs while her dark chest presses against his own. He tries to breathe out slowly, wrapping a hand around her hips.

"Honestly, you're too much."

Mary giggles, drawing closer to his lips. "Nonsense~ I don't think being twice as much is too much."

She seals him into her, humming into his mouth as they kiss. Although he's happy that Mary has resolved herself, it feels like his hope for one human relationship in his life has been thrown out. This is only emphasized by her hand slipping down to wrap his cock, her new slime layer now extending itself from her fingertips to coax him further.

With such fluid pleasure to overwhelm, Daniel's eyes draw to his slime mothers, who pouts. Unwilling to lose out, they step closer as well.

Suffice to say, it would be another thirty minutes before Daniel would leave with Anne.