Stridercest is the best 'cest.
Your name is Dave Strider. Well it was before. Now it's Davesprite. It's a nice feeling this. Losing more than half your friends then having to leave behind your only friend left in the world to die slowly. Then on top of that festering bullshit you get to be a knock off. You aren't Dave anymore. You're Dave*SPRITE* the cheap copy. Fucking awesome. At least original Dave's cool about it. Hell, you even considered selfcest. Might be fun to fool around with yourself, how many people get to actually fuck themselves? And you might even show the little shit up. The combo of all these thing has lead to where you are now. Giving head to yourself. And doing a damn great job, if you do say so yourself. Moaning, grunting, panting, you even heard a gasp once. So your dick sucking skills must be top notch. "I'm gonna…" Before he even finishes that sentence, he cums in your mouth. You swallow before you even realize it. "My turn," you say to your other self who's enjoying himself way too much for one orgasm. "What do you even have down there…?" Dave inquires unsure of how this is even going to work. "Just start sucking on this." You point to your cloaca dick mash thing that even scares you a bit. But hell if it doesn't feel good. Dave looks unsure at first but doesn't need anymore convincing and goes to work on your ghost dick. Little dude almost looks like he likes it you think to yourself. After a while of sucking you off you decide to do something else. "Bend over," after Dave hops off your dick and happily bends over presenting his opening to you, his spit works as lube well enough, you decide to be careful and pull out a bottle of lube from the desk drawer and cover your cock liberally in the slick substance. As you enter he whines at how cold the lube is (Which you find way too cute) and you give him time to adjust to the foreign intrusion from your above average pecker. After a while you begin a slow pace and steadily build up speed until you've lost yourself to your most primal desires and thrust spastically into him and you grab onto his thighs and try to thrust harder for more friction. This continues on until you cum inside him and you realize you left scratch marks on him there's even a little blood on the left side. He doesn't seem to care all that much. After the post-orgasmic pleasure wears off you get yourselves cleaned off.
