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Day 19: Early morning.
The vague hints of sunlight flickered through the curtains and streaked across Sierra the Cat. Like an alarm clock, once she felt even the slightest hint of Sun on her fur, it got her up and about. She stretched her front paws out, aching her back and yawning, letting her long tail flick in the air behind her.
Getting all her kinks out after a night of apartment prowling and finding other spots to sleep in, she then sassily leaped from the armchair she had been sleeping in and trotted away into the kitchen… she approached the little bowls left for her on the floor, one for food and the other for water, she daintily took a drink from the water bowl before noticing a distinct lack of food in her food bowl…
Well, there was no other thing for it. She then redirected to the main bedroom, glancing up at the three pairs of feet at the edge of the bed. She stared up at them for a minute before letting her tail swish on the floor… then with a mighty and truly beautiful leap, she landed gracefully on the edge of the bed. All four paws landed soundlessly on the bed, missing her new owners' legs completely before skillfully dancing on the soft spots of the bed before finally she no longer could avoid stepping on her new owners.
…She didn't have a problem with that: Stepping on your humans is a divine right of all cats. But if they woke up for one reason or another before she could make her point then that was what she was truly avoiding.
The male human slept between the two identical females, who squeezed him so tightly it made his face bulge a little. Sierra stepped subtly on the right female's large butt, leaving little kitty paw prints on her rear as she then stepped daintily on the male's chest. She picked the right one because she had short hair, and she didn't want to be distracted by the nice one's pigtails.
They were like two big cat toys… very distracting. Everything about the twins was distracting, but Sierra was immune for their human wiles. Then pawing across the male's stomach before finally FWUMP!
"MMgh!? MMGH!!" he moaned as Sierra purred loudly on Jay's face, his arms held tightly between Sammy and Pammy… was a lot like torture. "MMmmgh!" He finally managed to yank his arms from the twins before grabbing Sierra and lifting her from her face. "BWAH!!" he gasped, then spluttered, spitting out cat hair. "Ptoo… Haaah." He sighed…
"Mew…" he held her at eye-level as she cutely meowed at him, greeting him lovingly with her usual cat demands of 'feed me', despite almost suffocating him to death. Jay would've normally been very concerned about dying… if not almost dying several times over the last year, some of which was in the last few weeks… there were a lot of guns pointed at him.
"Okay…" he yawned, shifting off the bed and assuming that the twins were planning to sleep in. Letting him escape their incredibly comfortable embrace and coo on the bed, stretching their arms and legs, arching their backs, and raising their hips. "…You're a bad influence." he said to Sierra, but she only mewled adorably as he put her down on the floor and grabbed his pants. Which had been discarded in the corner of the room sometime last night. "Come on." He sighed resignedly as Sierra's kitty eyes watched him go, before finally following him once she heard the sound of the can opening up and the wafting fishy smell reaching her nose. She pranced into the kitchen and lovingly rubbed up against his leg.
"Yeah. You're welcome…" he yawned, rubbing her back before she ignored him and started to eat. "Haah…" he watched her eat for a second before mumbling sleepily, "…Why are you easier to take care of than them?" he asked jokingly. Naturally, Sierra was too busy eating to answer the question. He debated cooking breakfast, but he felt it was too early for that so he went into the living room, turning on the TV to some sort of comedy sitcom… He didn't know what was going on, but it did have a laugh track.
He wasn't sure how long he watched it for, but eventually, the twins strutted mostly naked out of his bedroom, wearing their flag bikinis. They wiggled and bounced behind the couch he had been sitting on, leaping over the back of the couch and dropping on either side of him, immediately trapping him between them with coy smiles, leaning against his body like he was the back of the couch… "Girls… we TALKED about this… you got to put on clothes." The girls pouted as he sighed, "PLEASE go put on clothes?" he then stood up, and they flopped together looking annoyed. "I'll go make some breakfast."
They leaned on each other, watching him head into the kitchen even as their adorable pouts burned into his back. But once he vanished into the kitchen the sizzling smell of breakfast started to fill the apartment and at the very least Pammy decided that she couldn't be annoyed at the prospect of clothes for too long…
She got up, and her sister Sammy flopped dramatically onto the couch, looking the very picture of 'Uuuuugh! I don't wanna!' her breasts wobbled in the USA stars and stripes top. But soon her shapely legs shot up into the air and she rolled upright, pouting as she jiggled after her sister. Jay continued cooking eggs and sausages, and soon the twins returned in their donated military clothes, both were irritated at them, but Sammy looked particularly cranky…
"Okay girls." Jay declared, diverting up the scrambled eggs and a few sausages each for them. "Breakfast is done." Sammy frowned at him as he began eating, "…Sammy you need to wear clothes. You can't just walk around in bikinis in public all the time." He paused, then frowned, "…Except maybe in places like Hawaii or the Bahamas." The twins immediately perked up and he stared at them. "…Well we're not going to either of those places anytime soon!" he said nervously and their cheery mood quickly diminished back into their adorable scowls. He sighed, and naturally, they quietly ate their food, and put the dishes in the washer.
"So what-" he paused, then eyed them curiously as they smile/frowned at him. He WAS going to ask what they wanted to do today… but the answer is usually quite obvious. Even if they were non-verbal he's long learned that they tend to speak volumes. So he wracked his brain, eager to retain most of his fluids today. "I got it!" they tilted their heads at him as he smiled, and pointed at them. "I'll be right back. Don't. Go. ANYWHERE." He ordered before rushing out of the apartment…
The girls stared at the door, curious as to where Jay was going… then he came back in because he wasn't properly dressed. "That doesn't count." He said quickly, heading into the bedroom to get his clothes. Before coming back out and pointing at them. "I mean it. Don't leave the apartment."
The girls then watched him go again, watching the door for almost a minute, expecting a surprise entrance again. But when it didn't come they adjourned to the couch and proceeded to enjoy the TV. It was barely 10 minutes later when someone knocked on the door… The girls, expecting Jay to suddenly burst back in were surprised by someone knocking at the door. They looked at each other then, after a brief non-verbal conversation, Pammy got up and went to the door.
She opened it, expecting a soldier… and she was right.
"Ah…" Guile stared at Pig-tailed Cammy. It took him a second to remember her name, then he remembered that it was a lazy one. "Pammy. Where's Jay?" Pammy shrugged, turned, and walked back into the living room as Guile entered with Cammy.
"…At least they're wearing clothes." She declared, drawing the attention of her clone sisters. "…For now." She mumbled reluctantly as they STARED at her like cats ready to pounce on prey. She then awkwardly smiled at her sisters. "Hello girls." She said warmly. "How are you feeling today?"
Sammy and Pammy stared at her, utterly confused. They weren't used to 'Nice' Cammy… just the angry, shouty, 'She hates Jay' version of Cammy… Who she only dislikes because the twins are insatiable sexpots causing most of the confusion... "I would like to talk to you two, about the bunker." She said sitting down across from them, "…And what it was like before you met Jason."
Speaking of whom, Jay had just finished getting what he thought up, a couple of notepads and pens. He knew the girls were, in of themselves, HIGHLY intelligent. The twins had a clear understanding of Math, he knew they could read thanks to that little Amateur Stripper flyer, and write according to singing the contracts required to dance… And that's another thing, they quickly picked up new skills and hobbies quickly, such as dancing, driving, and playing Solitaire with surprisingly reasonable accuracy. But at the same time, they were clearly fascinated with many things they couldn't find in the bunker like TV, body glitter, and Cats.
And Porn on phones, but he wasn't aware of that…
He made it back to the apartment with the notepads and a pack of pens in one hand. He got plenty of colors for them to pick from… "Okay girls I'm ba-ack…" he blinked around the room, it wasn't what he was expecting but Guile was in his kitchen sipping what he could only assume was coffee from one of the mugs that World's Best Patriot on it… which he wasn't sure was in that box of donations they got so the likelihood of Guile bringing it himself was surprisingly high.
Meanwhile, Cammy White was, once again, being thoroughly prodded and poked by her clone sisters, thoroughly enjoying themselves, surrounding Cammy on the armchair as she sat stiffly in it. Their prominent rears molded onto the armrests as she stared straight ahead in annoyance like a guard at Buckingham Palace… trying extremely hard not to react. "Um… is something wrong?" he asked as the girls kept poking her.
"…Apart from the obvious?" she replied surprisingly snarky for the normally serious Cammy White.
"W-well I was just…" he blinked at her, the oddly and easily amused twins, and Guile who seemed more than willing to just stay out of it. As far as he was concerned Cammy brought this on herself. "Never mind." Cammy just sighed audibly as Pammy and Sammy continued to playfully poke her. At least they were sticking to more appropriate areas to poke. Such as her face and arms…
"Got something there?" Guile replied calmly, clearly trying to get Jay back onto the task at hand, and reminding him why he left in the first place.
"Oh. I was going to try and-" he put the notepads down on the low table and the collection of pens. "-maybe give the girls some writing lessons?" he tore open the pack of pens, laying them out on the table. "They're pretty smart so I figured it might be a good way to communicate."
"Good!" Cammy seemed to perk up at that. "Then they can answer some questions!" Jay stared at her, it might have been the first time since he met her that she smiled… so he didn't have the heart to tell her how incredibly unlikely it was she'd get ANY answers out of the twins. But hey… it couldn't hurt.
Well it could, but he was hoping it wouldn't.
"Okay, girls grab a pen." He said as they stared at him, then the pens on the table, so many pretty colors to pick from. Sammy picked up a strangely Cammy green pen, while Pammy reached for a hot pink one… both of which he was not expecting. "Okay." He said, "So now-" he picked up a blue one and began writing on the notepad. "You girls can talk to us…" he wrote his name down on the notepad. Jason 'Jay' Jameson. "Just like this…"
The girls FINALLY stopped poking their older sister long enough to look at the notepad on the table before snatching at it, and naturally starting a slap fight again. "Girls just take this one." He said putting the notepad he used on the table. "Okay. Now… let's see if you can write your names." He said, "Go on." The twins blinked at him, before putting the notepads down and writing… holding up the notepads and sure enough…
'Sammy and Pammy'… though their handwriting was atrocious. "Well that's a start, we'll work on penmanship some other-" he blinked as Sammy started writing something before holding up the notepad.
'Drive' grinning cheekily as Jay shook his head tiredly.
"Not right now… my organs are still rearranged from the last time we went driving." She frowned at that but Pammy started writing now, showing him what she wrote.
'Hawaii' he blushed but then sighed as Guile actually chuckled, shaking his head.
"Probably should just take them driving."
"Please no."
"Can we get back on task please?" Cammy snapped, though she looked like she was trying to remain perfectly reasonable. "The bunker? What was it for?" she asked as the twins turned to look at her, then tilted their heads at her. "Don't look at me like that-use the bloody pads!" she pointed to the notepads and they scowled at her. Jay looked between the identical women before scratching his head.
"…What about the bunker?" he asked as Cammy turned to him.
"I wanted to know about all the bodies stored there, what was the purpose of the bunker? Were there any more in the area?"
"I think they would've told me if there were. But what makes you think they know anything about the bunker? I only woke them up a few weeks ago…" he paused, suddenly thinking it was entirely possible they knew more than they let on"…Though more in the area? I wouldn't put it past Shadaloo… then again from my experience. I also wouldn't be surprised if they locked everyone down there and told them to work it's pretty much what they did with me." He sat down on the couch and was unfortunately hit with bad memories of his imprisonment and psychological torture. "They practically chained us to our labs and worked us to death, or worse…"
Cammy and Guile were notably silent as Jay seemed to stare off into space for a minute. The twins, seeing his quiet state of distress leaped over the table and landed on either side of him on the couch, resting their hands on his head and lovingly rubbing it. Cammy, feeling significantly more sympathetic to the stressed-out schmuck, relaxed in her chair, watching the trio for a moment.
"…You're not wrong." She admitted, "Shadaloo is bloody monstrous, Bison especially… but what was the purpose of two dozen clones in the middle of the Sahara?"
"I wouldn't say the middle I'd say more of the southwest of the Sahara…" Jay noted, she glowered at him. "…I see your point."
Cammy finally stopped glaring and turned her attention back to the twins. "…Is there anything about the bunker you CAN tell us?" Cammy asked as the twins seemed to glance at each other, then back at Cammy, before bringing up their notepads and writing.
'Boring' and 'Lonely' Cammy seemed to finally resign herself to not getting answers from the twins. Guile had more than accepted that prospect, he pretty much took Jay at his word. Considering the things he's experienced the entire story was too crazy to not be true… of course having a bit of proof doesn't hurt and clearly Jay didn't have a lying bone in his body
"Like I said, get the lab guys on those computers." He put down his mug, "I don't know what we'll find down there, but we won't know until we look. I'm going to get our people together and get back out there. Are you coming?"
"…I think I'll stay here for now." She said cryptically, "and see how Jay handles primary school." She noted, watching him as he fidgeted under her pretty blue-eyed glare. Sierra, took this opportunity to leap upon Cammy's very lovely lap, purring loudly as the twins stared at her like she was a traitor. Cammy's hand naturally began stroking her back, and all of a sudden she looked like a bond villain.
…It was terrifying… even the Twins thought so. Jay however was wondering if Cammy right now was leaning into her old Killer Bee persona. "Well? Let's see your curriculum." She ordered as Jay fidgeted in his seat.
…He wondered if he could ride with Guile back to the bunker? He suddenly felt safer there.
End
...It was two in the morning when I posted this. I'm going to go to bed now.