Well, here we are...
Summary: When I mentioned to a friend of mine that requests always make my muse do crazy things, especially when the requests are for pairings that I find particularly impossible to imagine (which then go on to produce amazing results), she decided to offer a pairing suggestion of her own.
Now, the only difference is, I had considered this particular pairing before, but never got around to writing it. So I did so today, just for her.
There was pretty much nothing to do but wait. They couldn't go anywhere, couldn't really do anything. The just sat and watched as their numbers slowly increased.
Church number 36, who happened to also be stuck in stupid yellow armor, sighed and leaned back against a rock. It wasn't the waiting so much, and after all, anything was better than being stuck forever in Caboose's head! It was more the knowledge that he wasn't waiting for anything that was beginning to get to him. Tapping the back of his helmet on the rock, he finally pulled it off and set it beside him.
Church number 37 glanced over. Then continued to glance. Which eventually turned into an outright stare. Yellow Church could feel the eyes on him, looked around for the source of the offending stare, and at last zeroed in on number 37. "What the fuck are you staring at?" he said.
"Me," 37 said. "Look at me. Damn, I'm a good lookin' guy."
The other Church's mumbled their agreement, their attention drawn to the one in yellow.
"Let me see," Yellow Church said, his curiosity now piqued, and 37 unclipped his helmet as well, holding it against one hip. "Hey, you're right," Yellow Church mused.
37 walked over and crouched down in front of him, brushing his fingers through the other's hair. "Your hair is longer though, I think. How does that work?"
Yellow Church shrugged, then glanced up with a very wicked glint in his eyes. "You know... there's one thing we've always wanted to know," he said.
37 raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What have we always wanted to know?"
"If we're really as good at kissing as Tex always said we were."
Church number 4 was starting to see where this was going, and was thinking this might be fun. "Good question, YC," he admitted. "I say we find out."
Almost without warning, Yellow Church pulled 37 down onto his lap and pressed their lips together. 20 damn near choked on his own tongue. "God, you guys are gay!" he scolded!
"No," 4 corrected. "Or rather, if we are, we all are. We're all you, and you're all of us. And we're him, and he's them, and they're you."
"What the fuck?"
"No, he's right," 16 offered. "So at best, this is like... masturbation."
As 20 was mulling this concept over, Yellow and 37 were starting to kiss harder, deeper, arms sliding around one another and little moans forming in their throats.
4 chuckled. "I think we're good kissers after all," he said.
16 slipped in behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I don't know, I think we may need a second - or rather, a third and fourth - opinion."
"Mmmm, good idea," 4 agreed, turning in 16's arms and beginning to fumble with his armor. "After all, we may be stuck in this limbo forever. I think we can make the time pass much better if we have something to focus on."
20 wasn't entirely convinced until 7 pulled his helmet off, shook out his positively handsome hair that hung in his undeniably beautiful eyes and sauntered over to him. 7 took 20's helmet off as well then, running his fingers through his likewise jet-black, handsome head of hair.
"Y'know, I've got a point," 20 murmured, suddenly feeling like it had gotten awfully warm in his armor. "I am a remarkably attractive man, aren't I?"
7 smirked and leaned in a bit closer, his arms curling around 20's neck as he pulled him close. "I'd go so far as to say, downright sexy." Then he was kissing him as well, their bodies pressing together - or would have been if not for the armor.
It wasn't long before the rest of the Church clones were pretty much up to the same thing, and eventually more. Armor was discarded without care and soon Church was doing all those things he had always wanted to try if only he'd had someone to try them with. Of course, most of his fantasies along those lines usually involved Tex and maybe some of her female friends. But, as options were somewhat lacking he had to improvise a little. Okay, a lot. But boy, was it worth it!
It is a little odd to realize that not only are you making out with yourself, you're making out with yourself in about 20 different ways and positions all at the same time. And as you moan, your ears are filled with the echoes of you moaning over and over and over. The sexual electricity that was generated and concentrated in this one moment in space and time could have blown up an entire galaxy.
Yellow Church and 37 were still kissing hard and deep, pausing only as long as it would take to discard some new piece of armor so they could get closer. 37 had settled in on Yellow's lap in a most delightful way, and before long, they were thrusting just a little against one another, rubbing through the thin fabric of their boxers.
Yellow's hands were sliding up 37's sides, lighting across his skin and tenderly caressing his back. 37 was murmuring something about this being almost the best thing he could remember, but every time he tried to talk, soft pants and deep kisses interrupted him, so what he ultimately said was lost to the passion between them.
16 was the first to be completely undressed and 4 slid his hands along his stomach, his inner thigh, everywhere but exactly where he wanted to be feeling his hand but loved being teased too much to make him stop. 16 was nipping at his neck, moaning softly and trying to stay on his feet against the pleasures that were making his knees weak. So close! His hand was brushing so close... It wasn't long before 4 lowered him carefully to the ground, stroking him just the way he knew he liked.
For all of his previous objections, 20 was already sucking on 7, not even waiting long enough to get all his clothes off, just baring enough to get his mouth on him the way Tex always had. 7 situated himself so they were in more of a 69 position and pulled 20's bodysuit down enough to get his mouth around what he described as, "goddamn, man, I've got a nice fuckin' cock, don't I?"
It was only a short while later that pretty much all of the clones were now bare-ass naked. Kissing, stroking, sucking, fucking, doing whatever came into their heads to try. Twos, threes and fours together in various positions.
"Holy fuck, I am so gay." For a moment, just a brief moment, they all paused together, looked over at the nearest clone who had popped into existence beside them, and collectively shrugged. Then they went right back to what they were doing because they decided they didn't much care. 35 had soon laid claim to their latest addition, though he was sharing him with 12.
37 was riding Yellow now, still kissing as deep as they could. 16 had already finished twice and 4 was bringing him to his third while simultaneously being fingered by 23. 20 still had 7 in his mouth, but now 6 was taking him from behind slow and deep.
11, 24, 39 and 18 were currently seeing how many they could get going in a line before they lost their rhythm, but since they were all on the exact same brain wave, that was unlikely to ever happen. Oh, and look, 2 is joining them now.
Church, in all his incarnations, agreed that he was an all around handsome guy with an amazing cock, unquestionable skill, and if he ever had become gay, would have given the best blow-jobs ever in the history of mankind. And yes, he was the best kisser in the universe.
When the orgy began to wear down, mostly from exhaustion, 37 and Yellow were still clutching one another tight, Yellow nuzzling into his neck as 37 hummed and cooed about how wonderful he had been. They fell asleep in one another's arms, Yellow still nestled warmly inside, and dreamed the best dreams of all of them, or so they believed.
Even though they were all the same, they seemed to develop a sense of favorites among themselves. Yellow and 37 were absolutely inseparable, being the ones who had started this whole mess in the first place. 20, as it turned out, was one of the biggest sluts of the bunch, wanting to try everyone at least once, just to be sure they really were all the same. He was mildly disappointed on that point, as per the previously mentioned inseparableness of Yellow and 37.
He had all the rest, though. At least twice.
Now, the only difference is, I had considered this particular pairing before, but never got around to writing it. So I did so today, just for her.
There was pretty much nothing to do but wait. They couldn't go anywhere, couldn't really do anything. The just sat and watched as their numbers slowly increased.
Church number 36, who happened to also be stuck in stupid yellow armor, sighed and leaned back against a rock. It wasn't the waiting so much, and after all, anything was better than being stuck forever in Caboose's head! It was more the knowledge that he wasn't waiting for anything that was beginning to get to him. Tapping the back of his helmet on the rock, he finally pulled it off and set it beside him.
Church number 37 glanced over. Then continued to glance. Which eventually turned into an outright stare. Yellow Church could feel the eyes on him, looked around for the source of the offending stare, and at last zeroed in on number 37. "What the fuck are you staring at?" he said.
"Me," 37 said. "Look at me. Damn, I'm a good lookin' guy."
The other Church's mumbled their agreement, their attention drawn to the one in yellow.
"Let me see," Yellow Church said, his curiosity now piqued, and 37 unclipped his helmet as well, holding it against one hip. "Hey, you're right," Yellow Church mused.
37 walked over and crouched down in front of him, brushing his fingers through the other's hair. "Your hair is longer though, I think. How does that work?"
Yellow Church shrugged, then glanced up with a very wicked glint in his eyes. "You know... there's one thing we've always wanted to know," he said.
37 raised an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? What have we always wanted to know?"
"If we're really as good at kissing as Tex always said we were."
Church number 4 was starting to see where this was going, and was thinking this might be fun. "Good question, YC," he admitted. "I say we find out."
Almost without warning, Yellow Church pulled 37 down onto his lap and pressed their lips together. 20 damn near choked on his own tongue. "God, you guys are gay!" he scolded!
"No," 4 corrected. "Or rather, if we are, we all are. We're all you, and you're all of us. And we're him, and he's them, and they're you."
"What the fuck?"
"No, he's right," 16 offered. "So at best, this is like... masturbation."
As 20 was mulling this concept over, Yellow and 37 were starting to kiss harder, deeper, arms sliding around one another and little moans forming in their throats.
4 chuckled. "I think we're good kissers after all," he said.
16 slipped in behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist. "I don't know, I think we may need a second - or rather, a third and fourth - opinion."
"Mmmm, good idea," 4 agreed, turning in 16's arms and beginning to fumble with his armor. "After all, we may be stuck in this limbo forever. I think we can make the time pass much better if we have something to focus on."
20 wasn't entirely convinced until 7 pulled his helmet off, shook out his positively handsome hair that hung in his undeniably beautiful eyes and sauntered over to him. 7 took 20's helmet off as well then, running his fingers through his likewise jet-black, handsome head of hair.
"Y'know, I've got a point," 20 murmured, suddenly feeling like it had gotten awfully warm in his armor. "I am a remarkably attractive man, aren't I?"
7 smirked and leaned in a bit closer, his arms curling around 20's neck as he pulled him close. "I'd go so far as to say, downright sexy." Then he was kissing him as well, their bodies pressing together - or would have been if not for the armor.
It wasn't long before the rest of the Church clones were pretty much up to the same thing, and eventually more. Armor was discarded without care and soon Church was doing all those things he had always wanted to try if only he'd had someone to try them with. Of course, most of his fantasies along those lines usually involved Tex and maybe some of her female friends. But, as options were somewhat lacking he had to improvise a little. Okay, a lot. But boy, was it worth it!
It is a little odd to realize that not only are you making out with yourself, you're making out with yourself in about 20 different ways and positions all at the same time. And as you moan, your ears are filled with the echoes of you moaning over and over and over. The sexual electricity that was generated and concentrated in this one moment in space and time could have blown up an entire galaxy.
Yellow Church and 37 were still kissing hard and deep, pausing only as long as it would take to discard some new piece of armor so they could get closer. 37 had settled in on Yellow's lap in a most delightful way, and before long, they were thrusting just a little against one another, rubbing through the thin fabric of their boxers.
Yellow's hands were sliding up 37's sides, lighting across his skin and tenderly caressing his back. 37 was murmuring something about this being almost the best thing he could remember, but every time he tried to talk, soft pants and deep kisses interrupted him, so what he ultimately said was lost to the passion between them.
16 was the first to be completely undressed and 4 slid his hands along his stomach, his inner thigh, everywhere but exactly where he wanted to be feeling his hand but loved being teased too much to make him stop. 16 was nipping at his neck, moaning softly and trying to stay on his feet against the pleasures that were making his knees weak. So close! His hand was brushing so close... It wasn't long before 4 lowered him carefully to the ground, stroking him just the way he knew he liked.
For all of his previous objections, 20 was already sucking on 7, not even waiting long enough to get all his clothes off, just baring enough to get his mouth on him the way Tex always had. 7 situated himself so they were in more of a 69 position and pulled 20's bodysuit down enough to get his mouth around what he described as, "goddamn, man, I've got a nice fuckin' cock, don't I?"
It was only a short while later that pretty much all of the clones were now bare-ass naked. Kissing, stroking, sucking, fucking, doing whatever came into their heads to try. Twos, threes and fours together in various positions.
"Holy fuck, I am so gay." For a moment, just a brief moment, they all paused together, looked over at the nearest clone who had popped into existence beside them, and collectively shrugged. Then they went right back to what they were doing because they decided they didn't much care. 35 had soon laid claim to their latest addition, though he was sharing him with 12.
37 was riding Yellow now, still kissing as deep as they could. 16 had already finished twice and 4 was bringing him to his third while simultaneously being fingered by 23. 20 still had 7 in his mouth, but now 6 was taking him from behind slow and deep.
11, 24, 39 and 18 were currently seeing how many they could get going in a line before they lost their rhythm, but since they were all on the exact same brain wave, that was unlikely to ever happen. Oh, and look, 2 is joining them now.
Church, in all his incarnations, agreed that he was an all around handsome guy with an amazing cock, unquestionable skill, and if he ever had become gay, would have given the best blow-jobs ever in the history of mankind. And yes, he was the best kisser in the universe.
When the orgy began to wear down, mostly from exhaustion, 37 and Yellow were still clutching one another tight, Yellow nuzzling into his neck as 37 hummed and cooed about how wonderful he had been. They fell asleep in one another's arms, Yellow still nestled warmly inside, and dreamed the best dreams of all of them, or so they believed.
Even though they were all the same, they seemed to develop a sense of favorites among themselves. Yellow and 37 were absolutely inseparable, being the ones who had started this whole mess in the first place. 20, as it turned out, was one of the biggest sluts of the bunch, wanting to try everyone at least once, just to be sure they really were all the same. He was mildly disappointed on that point, as per the previously mentioned inseparableness of Yellow and 37.
He had all the rest, though. At least twice.