Fun For Me, Myself, And My Clone

Command Sergeant Major Atmosphere, once the initial founder of the Ashes region’s Enclave command as a Colonel, promoted up to Major General before settling down for six years, marrying a loving wife, raising a sweet daughter, and now expecting a second foal, demoted to his current position by order of the council, as well as to return to activity in serving the Enclave, rather than spend every waking moment with his family. His wife would watch over their daughter while he was on duty, and he would take over for her to maintain her own work as a scientist. His family was more important to him than his service to the Enclave, however he would never again outright abandon his duties and neglect his role as a soldier.

He would, however, take an interest in both his wife’s and his mother’s scientific studies, having never truly been able to comprehend the complex experiments the Enclave’s scientists would always be conducting in their labs. He had been looking over a bunch of delicate looking equipment, entering a room that looked untouched, perhaps the scientists were on break.

Scanning the room, Atmosphere saw two large tubes, one was open and one was closed, perhaps they had been testing on animals. The tubes were connected in the back by long strings of wires and cables, connecting to a monitor screen which was at the moment turned off. The power button was green, so it was only the screen that was deactivated.

“I wonder just what it is they’re doing in here… live testing? Scanning DNA?.... Duplication-?” Atmosphere read off a clipboard that had been left on a nearby desk, noting out loud the cliff notes on a sticky note next to it. His attention drew back to the two large tubes which he assumed were for the experimenting on whatever “duplication” tests the scientists here were conducting.

He approached the closed tube, seeing nothing out of the ordinary, as far as Enclave experiments went before moving onto the open door of the open tube. He assumed that whatever the tubes were for were probably monitored by the terminal between them. He saw no harm in looking inside. After all, the scientists weren’t here, so it couldn’t hurt to check inside the tube, right?

Cautiously approaching the open door, he stepped inside, seeing a round ball in the top corner of the enclosed space. Leaning upward to get a better look, the door behind the stallion closed shut, causing him to jump back in surprise, and upon seeing the closed door, to try to open it again, however he noticed that there was in fact no door handle on the inside. He was trapped. The machinery around the room began to hum to life as the ball scanned him, identifying itself as his data was being recorded by the tube.

A small robotic arm extended from a panel inside the tube, plucking out a piece of his mane, causing him to flinch in retaliation. He initially had no clue what it was for, until he noticed the second tube begin to hum as well after the arm retracted into the wall. He was beginning to piece together what this machine was, and more importantly, what it was doing. The strand of hair had not been a coincidence… it had been taken for Atmosphere’s DNA.

His hooves tingled, causing his attention to grow to a liquid that had started to fill his tube. Looking up, he noticed a mask connected to the side of the tube, most likely a breathing tube for when he would soon be completely submerged. Quickly grabbing it, he placed it over his mouth and nose as the liquid enveloped him. It was thicker than water, so it couldn’t have been that. But then, what was it? His eyes drew attention to the second tube, which was now also filled with the same liquid… but with something else that wasn’t there before. A strange, white mass had appeared, floating in the center of the chamber, wriggling and moving. It was alive, or at least, something reminiscent of living tissue.

Atmosphere’s eyes widened as he continued to stare at the mass, quickly growing and beginning to form the blunt shape… of a pony. He could barely believe what he was seeing. A pony was being birthed… no… created, grown right before his very eyes. It’s legs began to twitch, it’s eyes fully formed, with wings beginning to sprout out of it’s back. So the machine was growing a pegasus from his DNA-? No, that was not the full extent of this abomination of technology. It began to grow hair… long, black hair. It’s coat also began to take color… the exact same shade of brown as Atmosphere’s.

It was a damn cloning device. But something was off… something that Atmosphere could notice in the form of the clone that was being created. It was slimmer, not as muscular as the stallion himself. It’s form was slightly smaller, if only marginally, and it had… eyelashes...? It wasn’t just a clone of Atmosphere... it was a female clone of himself! He wasn’t sure if he should have been impressed by the scientists’ ingenuity for being able to create such a device, or outraged that it was allowed to exist, and potentially for underhanded purposes as well.

It was even copying Atmosphere’s scar onto the right eye of his female clone, as well as imprinting a duplicate of his cutie mark, a drop of blood, onto the flanks of the copy. His heart was racing from the revelation of the device’s existence, and from its capabilities. What if it couldn’t just clone a male to a female, but also a female to a male? The Enclave could have an infinite amount of disposable soldiers, all willing to fight and die for its goals, with intentions both pure and sinister alike. Even if they all died, the Enclave could just make more. This wasn’t experimenting... it was playing God. It was just what the pegasi needed to bring peace and order to the surface. But... at what cost?

The clone had now fully formed, slowly opening it’s eyes and looking around at it’s surroundings, taking in information at an alarming rate as it saw the tube it had been grown in, the lab that had created the machine that had used Atmosphere’s DNA to create the female clone, and to the unwilling donor of said DNA. The stallion whose curiosity had gotten the better of him, and now he had been cloned.

The machine, beeping rapidly as a sign that the cloning process had been completed, quickly drained the liquid from both tanks, allowing Atmosphere to remove the breathing mask he had used to endure the process. The door to his tube opened once it was fully drained, and so did a hidden door on the second tube, letting the clone step out and stretch her newly formed body, cracking bones and stretching muscles.

The stallion remained silent as he cautiously approached his female counterpart. For all he knew, she could have been created with an implant to only follow orders from the scientists who were nowhere to be seen. Luckily, this did not appear to be the case. The female Atmosphere opened her mouth, speaking in a tone similar to his, but with a higher pitch, fitting for the change of gender of the clone. “Who... are you...?” she spoke slowly, apparently still learning pony speech, despite only being created moments ago, and already being able to speak.

Atmosphere cleared his throat, lowering his guard as he believed that there was no way that this clone had also copied his memories of fighting techniques and combat knowledge. “Bloody Atmosphere. Command Sergeant Major of the Grand Pegasus Enclave. You were created using my DNA.” he attempted to clear any formalities straight away, if the clone could even understand them. It turned its head, slightly confused at all of the long words he had used, but perhaps somewhat understanding since he had answered her question. “And I... what is my name then?” she asked, raising an eyebrow. This question had come as a surprise to Atmosphere. He had not thought of giving his clone a name. And it would be too confusing to also call her Atmosphere... so he had to get creative...

“Your name is...” he began, stopping as he attempted to quickly think of a fitting name for his own clone. A pony grown from his own DNA, who shared his colors, cutie mark, and even scar. He looked into her black eyes with his own. “...Blood Jewel.” The clone repeated the name, looking up as she tapped her chin with a hoof, softly nodding. “I see... and- what is my purpose?”

Another tough question for Atmosphere. He honestly had no idea why the scientists would create such a machine, or what their intentions were with the clones they would create... or already have created. “I... do not know why you were created, but I know how. I stumbled in this lab, and accidentally created you with this machine.” He tapped the side of his own tube, earning a troubled hum from his female counterpart.

“I see...” she said, looking around for anything that might give away what she was supposed to do. Unfortunately, there were no notes or clues anywhere in the room. Jewel sighed, defeated. “It seems I have… no purpose, at least… none I know of… yet.” Atmosphere was coming to terms with the fact he now had a clone of himself, but he was still ever so curious as to why the scientists there would create such a machine. It both troubled and intrigued him equally.

“Hey… Atmosphere. Are you… okay?” Jewel asked. The stallion looked up at her suddenly, surprised she would suddenly take interest in his well being. “Y-yeah… why-?” he questioned. “You seem stressed... everything alright?” she was beginning to speak more fluently, less frequently pausing to try to think of what to say before she said it. “Why are you so inquisitive all of a sudden? Its not like how I feel should be the biggest concern here right now…” he trailed off, averting her gaze as he took a step back, still looking around the room.

“Come now… I may have just been… born a few minutes ago, but I’m a fast learner. I can tell already that there’s… something on your mind.” Surprisingly, this had been her longest sentence she had spoken since her creation mere minutes ago. The rapid mental growth of the clone was outstanding. Atmosphere was sure that either his wife or his mother would definitely be intrigued by such growth. “Its… nothing, Jewel. It really isn’t anything you should worry yourself with.” he avoided the question. He had never really been one for expressing his emotions around those he wasn’t familiar with. Only opening himself up around his wife and child, and rarely even among his close allies.

“Atmosphere…” the clone repeated, walking closer, causing him to raise an eyebrow, but he did not move back. He was not intimidated nor scared of this mare. It was him, but as the opposite gender. Without any of his fighting knowledge or military background, it was no more dangerous than a radroach, if not less. He gave a confused look to the mare as she sniffed him. There couldn’t be anything she could smell that he couldn’t, could there?

“You smell like a liar, Atmosphere.” she stated bluntly. “Tell me the truth.” she pushed onward, now not even taking any time to pause, and talking normally as if she had not been born minutes ago, but years same as him. What the hell kind of clone could learn and master pony language that fast?? “H-How can you- that can’t be real. You’re just bluffing-” he was in utter disbelief at how she had seen through him so plainly. He definitely had had his determination copied as well.

“You don’t just smell like a liar, you also smell liiiike…” she sniffed him again, moving around him as if examining him for a doctor’s appointment. “...you are in desperate need of sexual attention.” She had said it as if it was the most normal thing on the planet to say. The stallion’s mouth fell open in shock. He had not been… active… with his wife in a good few weeks. But how the hell could his female clone tell that with just a sniff??? His cheeks turned red, not prepared the turn that this had taken, and caught off guard by what Jewel had just said.

She gave a soft smile to Atmosphere upon seeing his defenses down, suddenly pouncing on him, throwing him onto his back, and causing him to grunt in response to being knocked back. She definitely had copied his strength, even with the slimmer form of hers, she could possibly match him in brute strength alone. However, he had not yet realized Jewel’s reason for tackling him. She knew exactly what she was doing. His member had hardened a bit during the initial talk of sexual attention, and it was now rubbing between her legs…

Atmosphere’s cheeks turned a deeper shade of red as he attempted to push the clone mare off of him, but she kept him pinned down, pressing her front hooves down on his chest and applying her body weight to keep him from pushing her off him. His failure to stop her caused his ears to fold back, now looking face to face as his eyes opened, staring straight back were his own eyes… the eyes of his clone… Blood Jewel’s eyes. An inch away from his face, she forced a kiss, keeping him pinned with her hooves as their lips met. Atmosphere whined in protest, being a happily married stallion, he would not dare show attraction to any other mare besides his wife. But this… this was all wrong!

His length, pleasured by the feeling of the mare’s lower lips, hardened further as Jewel broke away from the kiss, staring down lustfully at the bewildered stallion, who now finally had a chance to open his mouth. “WHAT THE FU-” was all he could get out before she moved one of her hooves from his chest to his lips, shutting him up. “I’m going to help you, and you’re going to like it.” she simply replied, not giving him a chance to stop her as she began to grind her hips along the length of his shaft, her own lust beginning to show itself in the form of the wet secretions she lightly coated his cock with as she rubbed her marehood against his stallionhood.

Atmosphere once again tried to voice his protest to what she was doing, but once again she shut him up with a kiss, this time not breaking away to give him a chance to speak as she moved her hips up, moving them to the tip of his cock and teasing it, now fully erect despite Atmosphere’s protest to what was happening. His dick had a mind of its own and he could not control the fact that it was now fully hardened and coated in a layer of the mare’s vaginal secretions.

“Mmpphfff-!” was all he could get out through the mare’s extensive kiss, holding his mouth closed with hers as she slowly lowered her rear end onto the tip of Atmosphere’s cock, slipping it inside her marehood as well as a short segment of his length. This rewarded her with a moan of pleasure from her own mouth, allowing Atmosphere a moment of verbal freedom, attempting to make words of disapproval, instead came a shamefully pleasured grunt. He could not take this. He would not just sit here and allow this clone of a mare, created from his own DNA, to fuck him while he could not do anything about it.

He attempted to push the mare off, now freed from her grip slightly as her sudden pleasure had allowed him a window of free movement. Unfortunately, this was just what Jewel wanted. Taking the advantage, she used the momentum of him pushing her off of him to grab the stallion, pulling him with her and causing them to flip over, landing on her own back as he fell of top of her. The gravity of his body being forced on top of her caused his member to shove entirely into the clone’s marehood, exciting a lustful song from the pent up mare, now wrapping both her wings and her hooves around the stallion, pulling him onto her and rolling them over once again, asserting her dominance over Atmosphere as she lifted herself from his length, making sure she left his tip inside of her before dropping herself back onto him, once again exciting a pleasured moan from the both of them.

This was infuriating Atmosphere, he was up against his own strength, and was being beaten in raw power, and fucked by his own clone, and to make matters worse, he could not control the moans that he created from the mare now beginning to slowly ride his dick, moving herself up and down his length, continuing to coat it with her fluids as she moaned in pleasure, increasing her pace lightly to keep it steady so her legs wouldn’t give out.

“F-fuck… This can’t be happening… This isn’t happening…” Atmosphere covered his eyes with his hooves, hoping that if he believed hard enough that this wasn’t real, that the mare fucking him would just disappear. To his dismay, the moans did not cease, nor did Jewel, who was once again increasing her speed, moving faster again as her moans grew louder. She had also copied his endurance… was there anything that the infernal machine had not copied from Atmosphere and put into Jewel????

“S-stop… I- I’m married, Jewel-...” he finally managed to get out, only getting a small giggle from the mare on top of him. “T-that doesn’t matter…~ I’m not… just any mare~ I’m… just you as a mare…~ Basically having sex with yourself, big boy…~ No different from using your hoof or a fleshlight…~” she grinned lustfully down at the helpless stallion who she kept pinned for good measure, making sure he wouldn’t try to escape again. “B-but… you can’t just-” he tried to explain to her how what she was doing was wrong, but she was not listening, increasing her pace again, now practically bouncing on Atmosphere’s cock as so many mares before her had done as well, letting out louder moans as her tolerance was lower than his, having never had sex before, unlike her male counterpart.

“F-fuck…~ Not sure how much more I can take, Spherie..~ Gonna… reach the end soon…~ Holy shit this feels so good…~” Jewel continued to spout lustfully, Atmosphere’s cock beginning to throb as he felt himself begin to also reach climax. If he allowed himself to cum inside his own clone… he would be beyond enraged, both at her and at himself for being so weak. He couldn’t stop her from forcing herself on him, and he couldn’t even stop himself from climaxing… but he sure as hell would try as much as he could.

Blood Jewel’s moans turned into shrieks and lustful feminine cries of sheer pleasure as she came, her juices flowing over Atmosphere’s cock, giving it a layer of marecum that made it even easier for her to bounce on it, not stopping as if it was her intention to impregnate herself with his semen, forcing herself even to keep moving, slowed but continued as she bent down again to kiss her male counterpart, wrapping her wings around him as he had done to so many of his previous lovers, it was poetic.

Feeling Jewel’s marecum cover his rod almost drove Atmosphere over the edge himself, knowing it was only a matter of time until she got him to fill her, whether he liked it or not. He was holding back his orgasm as long as his body could allow, but the insistent movements of the mare on top of him were too much. His will crumbled, as did his resistance.

With a final, decisive thrust downwards onto Atmosphere’s length, the mare pierced her pussy with her counterpart’s cock one last time, breaking the stallion as his ability to hold his climax failed, allowing his orgasm to shake him to the core. His climax erupted violently, finally free from the stallion’s hold and allowed to flow into her marehood, causing her to moan again upon feeling his hot, sticky seed inside her, as well as his cock which was throbbing and pulsating from the release. His orgasm had been so sudden and explosive, that he fully filled the mare’s pussy to the brim, only finally fading down once his semen had begun to leak past his length, dripping down his rod and down to his base. He had failed. Atmosphere could not stop the explosion of foal batter that poured into his female counterpart.

Once she felt the sensation of his member’s throbbing subside, she ever so slowly lifted herself off of his length, softly moaning in the afterglow of her own orgasm as well as the thrill of being filled with cum by the pony who’s DNA she shared. The pony whose curiosity had killed the cat, or as the situation called for… both created and impregnated the clone. Atmosphere at the moment was not even sure what he should do next. Should he inform the scientists of what had happened once they returned? Should he go home and break the terrible news to his wife? What would she say? What would the rest of the Enclave think? Or… should he kill his clone, eliminating the threat of what had happened ever being found out by anyone, as well as making sure that the only children of his that existed would be the ones he had with Cream?

As every thought of what to do rushed through Atmosphere’s head, the soft wet slap of his softened meat fully escaping the depths of Jewel’s semen filled pussy distracted him. His stallionhood now rested peacefully against his body as a torrent of the semen he had spilled into Jewel escaped her marehood, spilling between her legs and back onto his length, coating it in another layer his own cum, in addition to the layer that had stayed on his rod when she pulled herself off him.

“Mhhhhh~ That felt so good, didn’t it Spherie?~ I know you enjoyed it too, otherwise you wouldn’t have filled me to the brim like you did~” Jewel taunted him, knowing full well that he had been against it from the start. He didn’t say a thing. He was not going to give her the satisfaction of hearing him admit that a small portion of himself did enjoy it, but he knew better. He loved his wife, and only his wife. No mare could ever replace her, and he would never let Jewel humiliate him on top of impregnating herself with him. Instead, he turned away, once again attempting to push her off him, this time succeeding.

“Do you have any idea what you have just done?” he asked coldly, still very much pissed that this clone of a mare had taken advantage of him. The mare simply smirked and swished her tail, turning around to face away from him, her cum filled pussy still dripping from the load she had forced him to fill her with. “Exactly what it looks like, big boy~ Thanks for the gift honey, I’ll be sure to take good care of it once it pops out~” He let out a low grow at that, being called honey by a mare other than his wife. It infuriated him. “I am NOT. Your. Honey.”

“Maybe not, but I’m filled with your honey~” Jewel replied with a purr, flicking her tail aside to show the stallion her marehood leaking with both of their juices. He looked away, turning around and sighing. There was nothing he could do about it now… could there be? Yes, and it was the only way he knew how to resolve it.

Atmosphere did a backflip, causing the mare to take a step back in surprise, and before he allowed her even a moment of thought, he snapped her neck, the last sound that Blood Jewel would make would be the gasp of sudden pain, and the bones in her neck cracking before she dropped to the ground lifeless. This may have been no different on the outside to any other pony Atmosphere had killed, but the difference here was that he had just killed a clone of himself. A mare given life by his very DNA, as well as the egg that had been fertilized by his seed, never given the chance to grow to even a fetus before it was dead. The life had been taken from it long before it had been given life.

Atmosphere did not regret what he had done, taking the mare’s body and carrying it on his back. He was going to dispose of it like any other dead body. It was nothing special anymore. A body was a body. A dead mare was a dead mare… and Atmosphere had done what he had to. He would never speak of the cloning machine to anyone, nor would he mention a word of what had happened to him. Nopony would ever know of this… no one except Command Sergeant Major Atmosphere.