“Why was I even born?”
I never, ever thought I’d hear those words leave her mouth, but… it happened, and it was stunning.
Let me rewind. My name’s Milkie… I’m a mouse-guy who, well, is pretty much a bum. I graduated high school with well-off grades after staying an extra semester just to ensure that my English grade was higher than a sixty. I went to college after taking a year off to save up, got myself a student loan… then dropped out not a year and a half later. Now you’d normally find me working anywhere that’ll take me. I’ve worked in restaurants, campaign drives, cinemas, part-time government jobs, hotels, you name it. Anywhere that doesn’t require a college degree, I’ve been there.
Getting to the point at hand though… I have a clone. It sounds absolutely crazy, but I have one. How? Well I have a friend who’s pretty much insane – so insane that they border on genius. They made a machine, stuffed me inside, and when the doors opened again, there wasn’t just one of me, there were two! But this isn’t just any normal clone… My clone’s a girl. I’m a boy. Now you can see where things are starting to get weird.
We gave her the rather unoriginal name of Milkette, and despite how ridiculous the name sounds, she went right along with it.
She’s a gorgeous girl, if I do say so myself. She’s got the exact same fur colours as I do… you know, chocolate brown being the dominant, while a more ‘french vanilla cuppachino’ tan splashes over her, uh… muzzle, neck, chest, tummy, crotch, bit of her butt, down her arms’ undersides, around the tips of her fingers from the second knuckle, and around her toes. Sounds confusing, right? I have pictures of her somewhere on the internet… go look them up. From there, she’s got the same blue eyes as me, but that’s where the similarities end thanks to our gender.
I’ve got… pretty huge balls. It seems to counter this Milkette’s boobs are also huge. Seriously, we have to custom-order bras for these puppies, and yet she carries them around like nothing. Her spine must be titanium… Either that or we’re fictional. Whatever the case, that’s the way she is. Her face is a lot softer and feminine (I hope) than mine, and her hair’s a lot longer… She’s a total babe at 5’3” and most guys aren’t afraid to let her know it.
And that’s the reason why I never thought she’d say anything like wanting to be dead… ever. She’s beautiful, smart, witty, and pretty much everyone I know adores her. I suppose life can throw you curve balls now and again.
Let’s see, from the beginning…
Well there was when I introduced Milkette to Ruby, my girlfriend.
Ruby lives out on a farm outside of town. I live there now too, but before then I lived in the city with my brothers, and Milkette of course, who I used to just hide in my closet. After my brothers found her and eventually got used to her, I started bringing her out to meet some of the people she technically already knew.
So I’d brought her out to the farm, and Ruby was outside waiting for us. Ruby’s a cow, who owns a dairy farm, filled with other cows… I dare you to ask where the milk comes from. She’s pink from head to toe with some lighter pink here and there… beautiful emerald eyes and gorgeous blonde hair. She’s also built big and sturdy, like a brick house at 6’3”, except a lot softer, and having a much bigger ass and bust than your usual brick house. She’s a big girl, and I fuckin’ love her for it.
Ruby was one of the few people I knew that Milkette didn’tknow, because I met her AFTER Milkette was created. So when she saw Ruby standing out front of the big white farmhouse dressed in a skimpy pair of short-shorts and a tied-off top, her mouth just dropped. Needless to say, Milkette likes girls the same way I do, so I knew exactly what she was thinking. Fortunately for her, Ruby likes girls the same way as I do too, which meant Milkette was pretty high in her books too.
“So you’re Milkie’s clone!” Ruby said right off the hop, wrapping her arms around Milkette and picking her up off the ground in a hard hug that popped a few bones.
Milkette tried to hug back, but was rather smothered in Ruby’s breasts. I have the pleasure of admiring the side-view of a boob-sandwich; Ruby’s stacked on top of Milkette’s. Bloody beautiful, I tell ya h’what.
“I thought we were telling everyone we were brother and sister,” Milkette said as she was set back down.
I’d told Ruby otherwise. She’d my girlfriend for Pete’s sake! “Nah, she’s cool with it,” I said, “Obviously.”
Have you ever watched your own girlfriend basically try to get to know you again? When Ruby brought us inside, we sat down at the kitchen table with drinks and basically went through the paces. I don’t know what Ruby expected, but she seemed hella surprised that Milkette was actually so similar to me. What? Guys and girls can’t be alike just because one had a penis and the other has a vagina? Please! Milkette is my clone for crying out loud. She likes the same things I do, eats the same things I do, thinks the same way I do, does the same things I do… That what clones do!
Throughout the entire visit, I just kinda sat there and watched them get to talking about girly stuff… clothes, bras, panties, guys they knew, girls they knew, gossip… I faded in and out the whole time. It’s like when girls get all chatty and giggly, us guys just kinda glaze over and try to think about what we’re going to eat next.
The visit was mostly about Milkette though. The whole time I was practically just a convenient teddy bear for Ruby to cuddle… or my lap would be her seat when I was particularly lucky.
The day ended with Milkette heading back to my brothers’ place, but she was offered to move in with me and Ruby and the eight other girls… That’s just what I need – another nice ass to get me all worked up during the day. But hey, the farm’s plenty big enough.
One thing was certain, Ruby thought Milkette was absolutely gorgeous, and there had to be about a half hour upon their first meeting where Ruby went on about what she liked about Milkette’s look. But again, everyone thinks that.
I had to end up introducing her to some of my friends after I let slip that I had a sister. Milkette wanted to be more involved in my life than just being that girl I hid in my closet for three months. Understandable, but letting a bunch of horny boys meet a hot girl probably wasn’t the best idea I had ever had.
I had introduced her to Jaeh, and he was stricken by her rather quickly. Jaeh’s a crow… a rather short-ish, but lanky crow, with the black feathers and all. He’s a nice enough guy, but rather energetic and excitable. I blame it on his diet… it’s rather high in caffeine… and pizza.
While meeting Jaeh, she also met Deon, a white wolf, and Lion… a lion. They were equally as impressed, believe you me.
The lot of them may be a little less on the nerd-scale than I am, but in the end we’re all a bunch of dorks really. Have you ever tossed a really attractive girl in with a bunch of dorks? It gets mighty awkward mighty quick. We’d spent that particular day at the mall, just bumming around and eating things that’d give us heart attacks… It was a pretty good day!
Jaeh was nearly tripping over himself around Milkette… I think he really, really is into her. He’d fumble with his words, or say something that was completely out of left field. Lion was equally as excited, and maybe a little shy around her, whereas Deon was pretty cool about it all. I have to admit, I felt pretty damn awkward while wandering around with the lot of them though.
Like usual, I was tagging along behind the group as they all walked with Milkette and chatted her up. I couldn’t get a word in on the conversation, and no one really directed anything at me. Hell, they even made the decision where to eat without any input from me! So like with Ruby, I was kind of just… there. It was excruciating.
I tried taking her out a little bit less after that. It was practically impossible to get much attention with her around. Granted, she’s an interesting person if I do say so myself, but usually I can tell it’s mostly because she’s got the curves and I don’t.
By the time I did bring her out again, I figured I’d have better luck with my not-male friends. Was I ever mistaken! I apparently forgot that a good eighty percent of my female friends liked girls more than they liked boys!
Tora and Stel, for example, seem all too eager to include Milkette in stuff. I barely talked to the two of them as it was, but… well I can’t say I didn’t see that coming. Tora’s a cat… which may explain why her friendship with Milkette is more of a rivalry than anything else. I admit, I’m the same way with her. We just want to beat her at stuff, mostly games, but as nature intended… cat eats mouse - every time.
Stel’s something different. They explained it to me before, but Tora usually sums it up by saying she’s an alien… or a whore – it really depends how playful Tora is feeling that day, heh! But in all seriousness, Stel’s more like a Fennec… has the big ears, busy tail, canine-like appearance… or ate Fennecs more like cats? I really don’t know for sure.
But the one thing that’s certain is that they greatly prefer the company of girls over boys… ratios don’t lie, and any idiot can see it. So naturally they took to Milkette real well! It was… awkward, especially for me. A fair bit through that day, I had politely excused myself and left Milkette with them… feeling like a fifth wheel really isn’t my thing. I have absolutely no idea what went on that day, I didn’t get too many details from my ‘twin sister’ when she got back home.
Tiffany, my Phoenix friend, was no better. In fact, she was worse. She’s a hermaphrodite… you know, those walking sex organs. Haha, well honestly I like herms, they’re plenty good and Tiffany’s a whole hell of a lot more than just some sex fiend. I honestly thought that day was going to go better… It ended with, well, sex… of course.
Now, not to brag, but I have a lot of friends… so to go through all the meetings would be a real bitch. Suffice to say, they went along that same wavelength for every single one. Milkette always got the attention, really… questions about her preferences in boys and girls, questions about sex, blatant passes on her, gropes, wandering hands… Sometimes she’d be into it, sometimes she wouldn’t. She had her complaints, and I always got to hear them when I was alone with her… which wasn’t often.
She was popular, a whole hell of a lot more popular than me.
So a long time after all that, Milkette had come to visit the farm. She’d decked herself out in some loose jeans and a Zelda T-shirt, ready for a day of just lazing around and maybe being flirted with by Ruby’s house-mates (she refers to them as sisters). Ruby had work to do that day, since she owns the place, and rather than have us help, she insisted I keep my ‘sister’ company. So I brought Milkette up to the room Ruby and I shared and just hung out for a while.
Milkette was real quiet. I hadn’t seen her in several days, but when she’d left the last visit, she wasn’t ill or anything, so to go from her usual chipper self to being this quiet was disconcerting. I get quiet when there’s something on m mind though, and usually prefer to be left alone… I figured this was the case and left her to herself.
I just prattled around on the computer for a while. Honestly, I was miffed about how she seemed to so easily steal the spotlight from me in pretty much every social situation. I figured she had no reason to be upset about… well, anything! She was treated like gold everywhere she went, and I don’t think there’d been a moment in her life where she had ever been turned down by someone for a casual afternoon, date, or anything more intimate. She had pretty much everything going for her. Looking back on it, feeling that way was probably selfish, but… I sometimes just can’t help it, and I doubt I’m the only one.
After a while, she spoke up.
“Is that really all I am?”
I was concerned immediately. Her tone was as somber as could be. I turned in my chair to face her, and she sat on the bed with her knees up against her chest. She’d rested her chin on her knees and just kind of stared off into nothing. Just looking at her was depressing.
“… What’re you on about?” I asked, not sure at all what she was getting at.
It took her a while to even answer, but when she did, she sighed, “Am I just around to be hit on and ogled? What was I even made for?”
My eyebrows raised. She knew as well as anyone that she was… well, an accident. She wasn’t supposed to exist, and yet she did. We couldn’t just… put her back in me or whatever, so Doggy (the friend who accidentally created her) and I kind of had to go along with it. I’d brought her home and hidden her for a long while… But now she had more of a life and things to do, people to talk to, but I was kind of seeing her point when it came to her first question.
“That’s all that happens, everywhere I go,” She said with a shrug, “Guys hit on me, girls hit on me, and the completely inappropriate ask me stupid-ass questions like if ‘Milkette’ means that I lactate.”
“Well, I… uh…” I was speaking, but nothing was really coming out… how the hell was I supposed to answer that?
“Why was I even born?” She asked then, sounding angry more than anything else at that point.
Before I could even answer, she continued her barrage of questions. “Does anyone even care about me? Do you love me, Milkie? Does anyone love me?”
I couldn’t help but laugh, just a little… it’s a nervous reaction I have, because inside I was feeling a growing sense of panic. What was she saying?
“W-What…?” I found myself saying, rather stunned by all this. She’d been around for ages and never once asked me anything like this… ever!
“You have a girlfriend, and a family, and grew up with people, and met people… You have people who love you,” She explained, glancing at me briefly. Her eyes were moist. “Me? I don’t have any of that stuff! I didn’t grow up, I just… got here, and I don’t have a family, I just have… You and everything you knew before I was made. That’s all I’ve got, and the longer I’m around, the longer it seems like those aren’t supposed to be my memories.”
She started crying at this point, and my mind was reeling. I hadn’t even considered any of this. It seemed like the longer Milkette wasn’t me, the more alien she felt to herself and everyone around her. Whatever I was going to do, I had to do it quick. My clone was on the verge of a breakdown!
“Uh, hey, hey come on…” He said, getting up from my chair and climbing onto the bed, “Don’t say stuff like that. Of course I love you. You’re… me, kind of. I love you as much as I love myself, and let me tell you, I sure love myself.”
That didn’t help, but I sat down next to her and wrapped an arm around her, trying to lean in and see her eyes. Her hair was covering her face pretty well.
“Hey, you know I love you. How could I not? How could I spend so much time with someone and not love them, huh? And I’m certain other people love you too,” I said, trying to calm her down.
“Who?” She shot back, “Not you brothers. I’m some weird freak to them and I know it. Not your friends, I’m just a hot chick they know. Not your girlfriend… They just can’t love me like brothers and friends and girlfriends should, it’s impossible.”
“Hard, but not impossible,” I said with a shrug of my shoulder, “You’re like a sister to me, and Vanilla at least thinks the same thing. Latte’s… a little stiff, I guess. But he’s older, and it’d take him longer to get used to it… And sure, my friends barely know you, sorta, but they really are trying. Underneath all the weird flirting, they really do like you… How could they like me and not you, huh? We’re into the same stuff! And Ruby… well she’s my girlfriend. It’s kinda silly to expect to have her feel the exact same way towards you right off the bat.”
“I… guess…” She said, sniffling, “But really… why? What is it about me that says ‘this girl isn’t worth knowing, ask her questions about sexual preferences?’”
I thought for a moment before shrugging. “I don’t know… but you know what?”
I moved around in front of her and cupped her cheeks in my hands to lift her head so she’d look me in the eye. I had to adjust my glasses a bit to keep from looking silly, but I settled in front of her and just stared her right in the eyes.
“What’s this right here?” I asked, and she looked puzzled, “This! You, sitting here, crying, upset about the way people treat you… You may just be some clone in your eyes, but what’s more human than emotion?”
“I know I’m a living creature just like everyone else, but I’m different, I don’t have a purpose!” She’d respond.
“Neither does anyone else!” I said, playfully shaking her around a bit, “I sure as hell don’t have a purpose. Look at me! Now you know what you need to do? You need to do what Mom said I had to do when I was a kid.”
Milkette paused at that and raised a brow, “What one was that?”
“You gotta put yourself out there and be your own person,” I said, “If you think all people care about are your tits, then you gotta MAKE them care about something else! You gotta be like me – brutally honest. You don’t like the way things are going? Then you gotta let people know. Sure, it may make you look like a dick, but I guaran-fucking-tee it’s going to change people’s tunes awful quick.”
Milkette just looked confused.
“You’re gonna go out and get a job. Then you’re gonna talk about that job, and you’re gonna find someone who’s interested in hearing about it, and they’re gonna listen. You’re gonna talk about your favorite games or that show you like on TV, and people are gonna listen. And if people aren’t gonna appreciate who you are over the way you look, then kick their asses to the curb! You following me?”
“Barely,” She’d answer, wiping the tears from her eyes.
“Well then how about this?” I’d ask, “You’re going to repeat after me.”
“Milkie, that’s just…”
“You’re going to repeat after me,” I said again, “I’m Milkette. And I’m not Milkie.”
She just stared at me a moment like I had two heads, but she went along with it. “I’m Milkette, and I’m not Milkie.”
“Again,” I said.
“I’m Milkette and I’m not Milkie.” She repeated.
“One more time, with feeling,” I said again, “I’m Milkette, and I’m NOT Milkie!”
“I’m Milkette and I’m NOT Milkie!” She shouted back at me. She was getting into it!
I had to keep it up, so I let her go and stood up on the bed, hands on my hips. “I’m not just another pair of tits! I’m a real young woman!”
She looked up at me and repeated what I had said… but that’s not what I wanted her to do. I told her to stand up like me and do it.
She got to her feet, and I made her put her hands on her hips and yell it back at me.
“I’m not just another pair of tits! Or a nice ass! I’m a real young woman and I deserve to be treated like one!”
“What do you like to do?” I asked.
“I like playing video games! And reading mangas and watching anime and watching comedy movies, and eating at restaurants and writing!” She answered.
“And if they don’t like that?” I asked with a grin.
“Then tough shit!” She shouted back at me.
“When some guy’s clearly just interested in your body?”
“I’m going to call them out on it, and they’re going to shape up or ship out!”
I pushed my forehead up against hers and looked her in the eye. We were panting at this point, having gotten a little too worked up. Half the farm probably heard us shouting at each other and thought we were in a fight. I have to admit, the pep talk was invigorating… My heart was pounding, chest heaving as I panted.
“And I love you,” I said, “And you better goddamn well believe it.”
She didn’t say anything for a bit, but she laughed… She laughed and threw her arms around me, with enough force to push me down. I’m lucky I landed on the bed, even if my head and shoulders were hanging off of it. She laughed harder when we landed, and smiled at me. It felt good to make her feel good! I guess I proved that I care…
“So what was that, Football Coach?” She asked with a giggle, “That was really bad.”
“Yeah, because I’m built to give morale-boosting speeches,” I responded, “I just LOOK so inspiring and all. I have that ‘kid beat up during school’ look.”
“Haha! Well… what now?”
“Well, there is this place that was hiring I was thinking about applying to… wanna come with me? Nothing says ‘living life’ like working hard and getting screwed on weekends by corporate…”
