“Well, well. Look who made it back,” Four sneered. She crossed her arms and splayed her stance wide. All around her, the bellowing alarm of Bob the Cat filled the halls.

The intruder stepped back. “I’m just trying to get out of here again. Please, just let me-”

“Absolutely not.” Four marched straight at the intruder, who continued to retreat. Four knew better than anyone what this alarm meant. The Amulet had been stolen. “Apparently, I didn’t clean up properly last time. I won’t make that mistake again.”

The intruder took a few more steps back, only to find a wall. “I’m trying to help y-”

“Just make this easy for me.” Four uncrossed her arms. She also knew that green uniform better than anyone. She knew there was a zippable chest pocket. And she knew that if she had The Amulet, that’s where she’d keep it: as close to her heart as possible.

“Just give me a m-”

Four’s hand flew like a bullet towards the intruder’s chest. The intruder spun and ducked, allowing Four to slam into the wall above. But now she had the high ground; she reached around the curled-up redhead below her, her left arm pulling at the woman’s arms while the right reached for the zipper.

“Olivia…”  The intruder shuddered below her, “or Gemma… whichever you are… Please forgive me for this.”

From her pocket she unveiled The Amulet, brilliant, resplendent, infinite. Immediately, her heartbeat jumped to meet the Pulse of The Amulet. o-BEY. o-BEY. o-BEY. The world around The Amulet dimmed, her vision tinted pink. Her body smoldered under her uniform.

The woman was talking. Saying things. Telling her that she should listen as she stared at The Amulet.

Telling her to strip as she stared at The Amulet. Telling her that her name was either Olivia or Gemma, that they’d have to figure that out later.

Telling her to masturbate as she stared at The Amulet. Telling her that they were sisters, twins, that they’d known and loved each other for their whole lives.

Telling her to get close as she stared at The Amulet. Telling her that when she came, she’d cum out her obedience and be a free woman once more.

Telling her to-

Suddenly, The Amulet was gone, accompanied by a sickening crunch. Immediately, Olivia or Gemma dropped to the floor, pussy still burning but overcome with exhaustion. She rolled over on her back and languidly played with herself, gently begging her orgasm to return.

She was dimly aware that the room looked different. More light streaming in, something large looming over her, but its shape fuzzy to her tired eyes.

She was dimly aware that the other woman, her sister, was talking to someone. Whatever they were talking about sounded intense, but their voices were muffled to her tired ears.

Curious, and sadly certain that her orgasm had departed, Olivia or Gemma pushed herself up to a seated position. Yes, there was her twin sister, who was named either Gemma or Olivia, who she loved with all her heart, with her beautiful red hair and her beautiful green eyes. And yes, there was the other woman, Miss Chyme 💕, her Mistress, to whom she devoted herself every night and day. And yes, there was ✨AF-1 ✨, her Mistress’s giant robot, granted by God, proof that anime was real. But what was that sparkling pink dust in its hand? And why was everybody crying?