I don't own street fighter
Day 17. Finally.
"Alright. Now… Let's all take a deep breath. And remain CALM." Guile flipped the couch back upright as Jay sat in one of the arm chairs, unmoving and wearing boxers much to the disappointment of the twins. "Now. SIT." He pushed a VERY irate Cammy White onto the middle of the recently uprighted couch. "And let's just get through this… alright? I do not want a repeat of what happened 10 minutes ago-
Ten minutes ago.
"CAMMY STAND DOWN!" Guile barked getting Cammy in a half-nelson to keep her away from beating the alleged 'rapist' with her powerful legs as Jay, naked of course, tried to restrain the very protective and violent twins… he had to do so with his own body as he obviously didn't have the power to stop them physically, which also meant he had to keep himself between kicking range which meant that the twins would try to protect him…
It was a vicious cycle. "No! Pammy! Stop! Sammy! No! Wait a second!"
"Boy! Would you get AWAY from the angry blonde?!" snapped Guile desperately, breaking his usual stoicism to restrain the beautiful British blonde.
"I really want to!" Jay declared, throwing himself on top of Sammy to throw off her cannon drill which seemed to infuriate Cammy Further…
Ten Minutes later.
"So… now that that is over with." Guile declared, sporting an impressive shiner given to him by someone shaped like Cammy… nobody was sure which one. "Let's all keep calm… and talk-" he paused and stared at Cammy on the couch who had her eyes shut, and seemed to be restraining herself… as Sammy and Pammy were… poking her. "…About it."
The twins lounged on either side of Cammy, Pammy loomed on the left, hanging over the back of the couch and poking Cammy in the cheek… Sammy was doing the same thing, but she was on the floor on the right side, poking at Cammy's familiar and thick right cheek… the lower one. "Stop that." She ordered sternly, like a mother figure or an older sister and one or both of those things were technically true. The twins, surprisingly, actually obeyed her…
For about three seconds before Pammy and Sammy slunk and crawled onto the couch and began poking her left and right cheeks again… only they switched. Sammy poking at Cammy's beautiful face and Pammy poking at Cammy's shapely left cheek. "Stop that!" she ordered again, but it was like herding cats… Jay fidgeted in his seat, unsure whether trying to order the twins to stop was a good idea… he had just barely managed to get them back into their flag-kinis… and that didn't exactly endear him to the Original…
The twins once again stopped at Cammy's command, as if surprised to find that she could speak, but once again after about three seconds, they started poking her curiously again. As if unable to believe she was real... Twins were one thing to believe, but triplets?! The beautiful British woman groaned audibly, "Will you STOP THAT!" she ordered as the twins giggled and began poking her again.
The fact that 'she' could talk seemed to be a commodity to them. Getting Cammy to speak was a new game they were thoroughly enjoying… but to Jay it was as if they were poking at a hornet's nest and judging by the way she was glaring at him he had a strong feeling that she was going to blame him for this.
Fair assessment.
"Um… Girls?" they froze, their fingers sinking into Cammy White's softer bits like cats caught with the cream. The actual cat in the room, Sierra, mewled for Jay's attention at his feet, rubbing his legs affectionately as Sammy and Pammy gave him their full attention. "…Please stop doing that." He said as the girls frowned, somewhat annoyed that their new toy/sister/mother was now denied them as they both promptly ignored Cammy and went over to Jay, jiggling and wobbling erotically as Cammy groaned, watching their/HER body fetishized and fawning over Jay who could only sit stiffly in his chair… realizing that it wasn't looking good for him as Pammy played with his hair and Sammy playfully began poking his cheek… as if trying to elicit the same response they had gotten from their sister… Mother? Clone? Copy? What seemed less rude?
Naturally seeing her sister poking Jay's face encouraged Pammy to do the same and soon he became the target of their poking, the sisters grinning happily at their game as Jay just sighed and surrendered to being their plaything…
…Maybe that might convince Cammy that he has no control over either of the girls, at least not in the sense she believes…
"Now." Guile said, ignoring the twins playfully annoying Jay, "Cammy. Would you like to speak with your words instead of your legs?" he asked, sounding more like a psychiatrist than a world warrior. Cammy growled quietly but seemed to collect herself, and spoke coolly.
"Start at the beginning." She said as Jay blinked at her.
Jay took a deep breath and once again related his story to Cammy White, only this time with the added addition of the twins actively trying to reclaim his attention/annoy him into petting them… probably a mixture of both as Sierra, not wanting to be left out leapt onto Cammy's lap… either confusing her to Sammy, Pammy, or recognizing her as a natural cat lover her angry expression cooled as she absently gave the adorable cat attention.
Finally, Jay wrapped up his story, "And then you walked in through the front door…" he noted. To be fair he might have left out the saucier parts. "Girls please stop." He mumbled as Sammy sat on his lap, grinding on top of him and pouting cutely as Pammy pushed her chest into her face and tackled him to the chair.
"Well then." Cammy said, scowling as the girls giggled and flaunted themselves on Jay, "…Have they always been like this?" she asked irately as Jay gasped, escaping their embrace.
"BWah! I swear I have no control over them." He moaned, "They just started doing this in the bunker!" the girls cooed, nuzzling and giggling him as he tried to resist "Girls we have company!" he whined as they seemed to blink at him, then look at Cammy, tilting their heads…
…They seemed to believe that since Cammy was 'them' they could play as much as they wanted… but then they also remembered that Colonel Guile was here… so they pouted and sat on the arms of his chair. Pouting angrily at the two other people as if it was their fault they couldn't play.
"So… how did they get their names?" she asked indignantly, trying to change the subject before the girls derailed it again.
"Oh… um." He gestured to Sammy's hair. "…Short hair Cammy." Then he pointed to Pammy. "…Pig tailed… Cammy…" he mumbled as the original sighed audibly, then glared at him.
"…You named them after a hairstyle?!"
"I was trapped in a bunker and lonely, I'm not good with names at the best of times!!" he mumbled apologetically. As the girls giggled, playing with his hair again.
"…And they don't speak?" she replied as Jay jumped.
"Oh. Yes, I gave them a rudimentary examination, and I've found nothing wrong but they've yet to speak a coherent word. They would need a legitimate physical and possibly more thorough testing than what I had in the bunker." He said, going into 'scientist' mode as he glanced at Sammy and Pammy who smiled at him… like one might smile at an adorable pet. "But the bunker was antiquated by modern standards when it came to equipment. I imagine that's why many of the other Clones um… 'Passed'." He said, trying to sound tactful as he didn't think saying 'died' was appropriate, and 'failed' sounded a bit cold.
"How many were in the bunker?" she asked as he frowned.
"…20? 30? I don't really remember off the top of my head but Sammy and Pammy were the only ones still alive." He said, "…Once the loneliness kicked it, activating them seemed to be the best option, and once we had a way out of the desert-"
"20 or 30…" Cammy repeated, sadly. "…Could you find the bunker again?" she asked as he fidgeted.
"I… mean… I could try but I wouldn't be able to give you exact coordinates, but it shouldn't be that hard to find a bunker if I give a general area…" he frowned, "We didn't exactly close it up when we left." Guile suddenly leaned forward, putting a map down on the coffee table, Jay blinked at him. "…You just had that?" he asked surprised as he rolled out a map of the Sahara, but it was in numerous square grids.
"Until we were deterred this is what I would've liked to talk about." He said, "Do you think you could point out where it is?"
"Maybe, I-" began Jay, leaning over to look only for Sammy and Pammy to rest a hand on his shoulders each and yank him back into the chair. "Whoa!" the twins then leaned forward, looking at the map curiously before they both raised a hand. Pammy raised her left, Sammy raised her right, and they pointed to a square on the south-west section of the map, close to the coast.
"There?" Cammy replied surprised, looking at the twins and leaning forward, carefully putting Sierra aside as the cat leaped down and changed her attention to Jay, leaping onto his lap as Cammy leaned over and looked at the map. "Is that where the bunker is?" she asked as the twins confidently nodded, smiling proudly as they presented their big Pawg backsides to Jay, who was trying not to get an erection with Sierra on his lap.
"They're very smart." Jay said as the girls, turned around in sync, smiling at him as he moaned. "Oh no-"
ROWL! He tossed Sierra onto Guile's lap to save her, the bulky Airforce Colonel easily catching her with minimal scratching as the twins suddenly rushed Jay and tackled him, and his chair over. "Girls! Please! No! Oh-kay! GUESTS! WE HAVE GUESTS!" he squeaked as Guile stroked the purring Sierra. Before putting her down on the floor, circling the spot on the map the twins pointed too before grabbing Cammy's arm as she looked about ready to attack again.
"We'll call next time." Guile replied, "In the meantime try to teach them the concept of proper clothing." He added as Jay tried to escape their clutches, reaching out to Guile and Cammy as the former pushed the latter out of the apartment.
"Colonel Guile! Sir! Don't leave me alone with them!" he squeaked as the girl kissed his cheeks, his face covered in red lipstick prints… which was impressive because he didn't know where they could've gotten it. As they took an arm each and happily dragged him back to the bedroom. Guile shut the door and ignored the squealing, giggles, and cries of pleasure as he stared at Cammy, completely undeterred.
"…So what do you think?"
"I think somebody is going to get his arse kicked." Snarled Cammy irately as Guile sighed, rubbing his eyes and ignoring the sting of his shiner. Guile tiredly replied
"It's hardly his fault he has nearly no combat ability." Replied Guile, "…Their obsessiveness with him aside they're fairly well-behaved."
Cammy glared at him, and then sighed. "…It is not exactly very comforting to see… 'Me' fulfilling the sexual fantasy of teenage boys the world over." She grumbled as Guile raised an eyebrow at that.
"They're only you physically they're not 'you'… besides, and I know how this sounds… but if you didn't want to be ogled at you probably should wear something more than a unitard when you fight." He noted as she glared at him.
"It allows me to have maximum levels of movement!" she said indignantly as Guile raised his hands defensively, just in case she wanted to 'allegedly' kick him again.
"But you know how it looks right? You've seen yourself fighting on screen?" He was a married man, but Cammy's backside is just… out there. She practically throws it at everyone.
"…I have been experimenting in more practical clothing." She noted conversationally as Guile nodded.
"Do it. You'll get less odd looks in the mess from the younger recruits." He declared as she scowled at him as he walked away. "I'll get a team together and we'll give that area a flyover, see if we can find the bunker. We'll leave Jameson and the twins alone for now." Mostly because he didn't want to get caught in the middle again. "They could use a rest."
"Could they?!" she replied sarcastically, "They seemed particularly energetic to me." She spat as Guile sighed.
"…You know this anger comes from a place of caring right? You're angry that you thought he turned them into sexual toys when they're the ones clearly using HIM…" he replied patiently as they arrived at the elevator and she glared at him.
"…When did you become a psychiatric expert?" she asked sarcastically as Guile could only sigh.
"Come around for Thanksgiving at the Masters' house and you'll see." He said, "…I'm the peacekeeper in the family." He noted as Cammy scoffed.
"…Well they're MY sisters, and they'll need to adjust to life in the outside world, preferably not online with Onlyfans accounts!" she spat irately, scowling thoughtfully as Guile sighed. It was going to be a LONG flight with an angry Cammy.
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