Oh boy...SMG4 forgive me for the sins I am about to perform.

It was 6PM, Tuesday. Late March, 2021. It was a pleasant day, the sun shining down upon the people of the mushroom kingdom as it began to sink beneath the horizon. And within the Spletzer residence, lay War Meggy herself. She was lying in bed upstairs, dressed in only her ragged shirt and underwear, snoring but restless. She was tumbling around in her sleep, muttering and moaning, her cheeks a flushed red.

"Mmm..." she whined, pawing at the sheets and at herself, "Enrique...ooooh, Enrique," she grinned, "MMM. Such a gentleman..." And then, her mood took a turn, "Wha...Enrique, come back! What do you mean, 'humans are dumb'?! No, I just wanna win Splatfest! COME BACK!"

Something began to make the bed squeak, and she continued, faster and faster. Eventually, she rocked so hard she was catapulted out of bed, and landed with a yelp and a loud thump against the wooden floor. She finally awoke, groaning and grasping at her bruised hip.

"Damn it...I was so close..." she sighed, frustrated. The warm sensation was still there, the heavy blush still on her cheeks, but she was in no mood to...satisfy, herself now. If anything she was livid with herself. Was she really pining that hard for one of her old Inkling teammates? REALLY?!

"Stupid Inklings..." War Meggy growled as she got to her feet, "Stupid boys...stupid love...stupid...STUPID!" she kicked the pillow across the room, it colliding with a soft thump against the wall. She groaned, scratching her torso, then sitting back down on the bed. She buried her head in her hands and sighed sadly, "God I'm just...why..."

"E-Excuse me? Mistress?" Came a voice. WarMeg groaned again, placing a hand against her thumping head, before looking up at her converser. And she paused. Ahh, yes. It was the other Meggy. The one she...may have kidnapped and brainwashed to fulfil her own desires of living a decent life. Funny, that. She was...oh dear, she was still in the French Maid outfit from the night before, part of some cruel prank WarMeg decided to pull on her captive counterpart. Just to REALLY rub salt into the wound. Funny, it seemed hilarious at the time but now...now something was off. She repeated herself, "Mistress?"

"Y-Yeah..." WarMeg mumbled, her blush threatening to take over her face, "I'm fine."

She wasn't fine. This wasn't right. What looked frumpy and funny last night now looked...form-fitting. A tight, exaggerated cleaning outfit that...hugged her curves and...

"NO!" WarMeg slapped herself in the face, hissing at the stinging pain, "Not her...oh GOD not her..."

"Mistress?" the hypnotised Meggy asked again, to which WarMeg looked up in silence, "Are you feeling okay? Was the batch of ramen I made for you poorly made?" 'when wasn't it', WarMeg grumbled in response, "Was your sleep disturbed by a nightmare? Perhaps you simply drank too much green beer."

"I..." WarMeg started, thoughts tumbling gracelessly in her warped mind, before she sighed, "Forget it, slave. It's nothing. I, hmm...I order you to prepare some clothes and a towel. Might have a shower..."

"As you wish, Mistress," Maid Meggy smiled, her spiral eyes briefly drifting in opposite directions, "Would you like me to assist in scrubbing you?"

WarMeg's eyes shrunk in shock and she blurted out, "N-NO! N-No...why would you even..." she shook her head, "Forget it. I'mma go shower now..."

"Have a nice shower," Maid Meggy said blankly, "I hope it is a nice and warm one!"

/

It wasn't.

Cold Showers were the way to get rid of the...urges, right? That's what all those skinsacks kept telling her. WarMeg stood naked in the shower as freezing cold water slammed down upon her. Silent. Unmoving, eyes directed to the bottom of the tub and a quiver in her lips. Her mind continued to struggle with her day. It was a blur, she barely remembered any of it, flitting from fight to drink to running away from a Chain Chomp. And as she got further and further into the day, as more and more booze entered her system, she just felt...weird. Hot, under the collar, and...other, places.

Looking at Tari, at Saiko, herself in the mirror...why did her heart flutter? The damn thing was blackened with hate and corruption. Two years in a sprawling labyrinth of demons and drunkards, all of them...slightly perverse in their own way. One even showed her a comic of her human self...uh, 'exercising' with a buff Red. She never got that image out of her brain. She never even entertained love after that.

It was as she said once, before she was corrupted; "Love is dumb..."

Love...is dumb.

So...what was this feeling?

The heat returned, and WarMeg whined more as she pawed at it again. No...this wasn't happening. Like everyone knew she could possibly only love herself. But was she really going to put that to the test? She cringed in shame and turned the water to full blast. She was fairly sure she was gonna get hypothermia out of this. But she had to get rid of that feeling.

"Love is dumb. Love is dumb. Love is dumb. It's wrong, it's wrong...why does it feel so right?"

/

A few hours passed. A soaked, shivering WarMeg sat at the dinner table, sipping at some boubon as she continued to stare hollowly at the wall. It was raining now, and she felt...alone, in the house. Well, she sort of was. War Tari had long gone to take War Saiko for a walk, and she tended to be gone for some time when she did that. She just felt miserable now, her head a buzz from the booze. She set the now empty bottle on the table, hiccuped, and began to silently cry.

"Mistress?" came that damn voice again. WarMegy looked up to see her hypnotised counterpart once more, though at least this time she was dressed in her normal clothing. Tari probably did that, she always was disapproving of dressing up the poor girl in silly clothing. Still, WarMeg didn't remember her shirt being so tight. That electric headband was snug on her head, her eyes still spirals, she asked again, "Mistress? Are you okay?"

"...No..." WarMeg sighed, reaching for another bottle of alcohol, "I'm...am I...alone? Desperate?"

"What do you mean?" Meggy asked.

"I...love is...love is dumb, right?" WarMeg sighed, to which her counterpart nodded, "So why'm I feeling it now?"

"Who towards, Mistress?"

"Towards..." WarMeg knew she was going to kick herself for this, but, "...Towards you."

Meggy blushed, "Oh my..."

"Yeah yeah I know it's fuckin' weird," WarMeg grumbled miserably, "You're not supposed to love yourself...especially not when you're something you hate."

"I would disagree, Mistress," Meggy pondered innocently, "After all, isn't loving yourself healthy? A good sign of self-confidence?"

"Like I have any!" WarMeg cried, chugging the next bottle of booze and looking supremely drunk. She was just spilling her heart now, "I'm just some useless bitch someone tried to turn into their loyal footsoldier. Hiding behind this air of edge and angst and being a testy little shit...'cause I don't think I can stand who I REALLY am..." she emptied the bottle and looked at her counterpart with a loud belch, "How would you know, anyway? You've got that goddamn headband on. You only know, do and say what I and Tari tell ya to do! What would you know about any of this?"

"I...am uncertain," Meggy sighed, "I merely serve. I am happy serving. Or, so you say I am. Is there anything you would like me to do, Mistress?"

"Go away and fix this mess," WarMeg growled, "Or leave me be..."

"As you wish, Mistress..." Meggy said calmly, walking away upstairs. WarMeg watched on as she left. Was she...swaying her hips back and forth? Showing her butt off? WarMeg blushed yet again and groaned, collapsing to the table in delirious sorrow.

/

Before long, it was 9PM. Where was Tari? Where was Saiko?! Whatever, WarMeg decided. She had been sick in the sink at least three times, still hot down there and too ashamed to do anything about it anymore. This day was a damn washout. "Perfect Life", her ass. Or Meggy's ass, she wasn't sure. Maybe this so-called great life she stole wasn't as good as thought. Whatever. She was going to bed early, this wasn't going anywhere.

She stumbled to her feet and, after swigging some water to wash out the sick, trumped upstairs and started taking off her goggles, her beanie, her he...h-head...

"Hello, 'Mistress'."

She...s-she was in a bunny girl costume. Red leotard, bunny ears, tights, heels, even the little tail. All lying seductively on her bed. WarMeg's brain almost shut down trying to comprehend what was going on anymore. She babbled incoherently for a bit, before slapping herself in the face, "WHAT THE HELL, SLAVE?"

"Slave is a bad term..." Meggy grinned, twirling the headband around her fingers before flinging it away, "Oh yes, I got out. Keeping that little runt under lock and key with the headband gave me everything I needed to break her will and take her over. The weakling is gone..." the newly embodied Shadow Meggy stood up, and walked over to her counterpart, swaying her hips all the while, "And now the true Meggy is in control. And honestly, I gotta thank you for that..."

"Wh...w-what are you..." WarMeg mumbled, staring down at her body, "What're you gonna do to me?"

"Thank you, of course," Shadow Meggy lovingly cupped side of WarMeg's face and looked into her eyes, "You set me free. And I've seen you...starin'. God I could just FEEL your desperation. You're all set up to just come crashin' down."

"S-Shut up!" WarMeg cried, blushing madly.

"Please, there's only one person a Meggy could ever love..." she stroked WarMeg's hair, "Herself. You egomaniac. I know you enjoy it..."

WarMeg squealed as her mind went into lust overdrive. She didn't care if it was wrong anymore. She was wrong anyway. In every way, "GOD I CAN'T TAKE IT!" and she tackled the bunny Meggy back onto the bed. She wrapped her arms around her and clung tight, "Please...help me...I can stand this anymore..."

"If you say so," Shadow Meggy grinned. She shifted until she was above a panting WarMeg, pressing her knee into her nether reigons. WarMeg cried out in pleasure, hints of shame in her voice, but Shadow Meggy silenced her, "Shush. No need for shame. You're already corrupted. What's some more?"

"Oh god..." WarMeg said softly, nipping at her neck incessantly, "Oh god I love you..."

"Oh YES you love yourself..." Shadow Meggy continued, watching her corrupted counterpart squirm within her grasp, "You filthy beast, you..." she brought her in, mouth to mouth, and the two began to make out. Noisily, messily, but passionately. They embraced one another tightly, arms wrapped around each others' torsos. Shadow Meggy's hands explored her counterparts body, while WarMeg's legs quivered violently as new feelings stormed through her. She felt like her entire body was warm now. In fact, it was on FIRE! Any thoughts streamed out of her head; she just wanted MORE. And the shadow was happy to oblige, pressing further and further into her reigons and scouring her mouth with her own tongue.

"I feel so...AAAH!" WarMeg whined, her heart thumping like a jackhammer in her chest, "Please...I'm so close..."

"Already?" Shadow Meggy teased, "Ahh, you lightweight. All right, if you insist..." she reached down, and..."Poke."

"AAAAAAHMY GOOOOOOOOD..."

WarMeg stopped screaming and fell limp to the bed, her breath shallow and her eyes fluttering. She felt like she was high, soaring through the clouds. She was also warm again, only this time it was more...concentrated. Shadow Meggy brought her hand up, "Aww, you made a mess, Meggs. And you just got out the shower, too. Dirty girl."

"Mmm..." WarMeg moaned, "Why do I...l-like this?"

"You're just like her," Shadow Meggy chuckled, "Waiting for someone to come along and take all her troubles away. Reduce her to just a servant to their master..." she nipped at War Meggy's neck, "And I think I've established who is who. So, is love still dumb?"

"...Y-Yes?"

"Fair enough," Shadow Meggy sighed. She stopped, as she could hear the door downstairs open, and two people patter into the main room. She grinned deviously, "Oh look, she's finally back. How about we surprise her with this whole thing, huh?"

"In...in a minute..." WarMeg sighed, "I need to catch my breath..." she reached in for a kiss, "God I love you..."

"I know..." Shadow Meggy grinned. She swept her up in her arms and plodded downstairs.

Meanwhile, War Tari was finally back from her walk. It wasn't her fault she had taken so long; War Saiko, the Feral, slipped her leash and ran off towards Inkopolis. Probably looking for a quick snack. She found her later, cyan ink around her maw. War Tari was in no hurry to question that, so she took her home. She locked the door, took off Saiko's leash and then her own black and red jacket. Her golden robot arm glistened in the room's dim lighting as she sighed; "Man...that took WAY too long. MEGSWORTH? Where are you?" nothing. She grumbled as she walked to the fridge and grabbed some milk, "Strangely quiet..."

"Oh don't worry, she's here," Meggy said.

"Oh, good, you're still here," War Tari sighed as she heard the enslaved Meggy come down the stairs, "Well, could you make yourself useful and run a nice hot bath for me? It's been a day."

"Why don't you?" the voice changed, to sneering and laced with contempt. War Tari looked up as the Prime Meggy reached the bottom of the stairs...with WarMeg snuggled into her arms. Meggy grinned, "See, I'm not the servant around here anymore. And, neither is she."

War Tari stared, gobsmacked, at how WarMeg was nuzzling into her counterpart's chest, a dopey but genuine smile across her face, "What the hell is this? Megsworth, you didn't dress her in sultry clothing again, did you?! Didn't I tell you..." Her expression dropped into fear, "N...No way. You didn't! You CAN'T!"

"What?" Meggy grinned, "Am I not allowed to love myself?"

"We're a couple now!" WarMeg chirped, "She's...so good to me."

They reached into for a passionate kiss. And War Tari felt every single shade of fear she could at the sheer sight of it;

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

/

War Tari awoke, screaming, covered in icy sweat!

She breathed heavily, her heart thumping in her chest, the fear still flowing through her mind. She slowed, panting and gripping her messed up bedsheets as tight as her single fleshy arm would allow. It was morning, late into it, the sun shining through the windows and onto the couch she was once sleeping on.

As she calmed, she looked around slowly. There was no Bunny Meggy in sight. And then, clambering down the stairs, came a very irritated WarMeg. Her eyes were bloodshot, and she was clutching a glass of water with some dissolving tablets in it.

"Tariiiiiiii..." she groaned, "Not too fucking loud, okay? I got wasted last night..."

"M-Megsworth?" War Tari asked, "I...uh, a-are you and the other one...dating? Kissing? ...S-Screwing?"

"Excuse me?" WarMeg asked, almost offended, "Why would I screw myself? Like, I know, I'm a damn fine bit of meat and all, but...nah why I be in love with my lesser counterpart? You bump your head or something?"

"Oh thank God..." War Tari sighed, flopping back down onto the couch, "It was a dream..."

"A...never mind, I don't want to ask," WarMeg growled, "I'm going back to bed. Don't wake me up!"

War Tari shivered. Man, that was some nightmare. Was that her? Did her own repulsed reactions to her companion's shenanigans draw that vivid image out of her? She got out of bed, reattached her robot arm and checked on the hypnotised Meggy. Not evil, not a bunny, still wearing the headband and had the eyes. Phew. She asked her if she had any feelings for her...master.

"Well...I feel joy when I serve her, if that counts?" Meggy shrugged, "Also I feel pangs of existential fear and sometimes I hear screaming in my own head...is that a problem?"

War Tari sighed in relief, "Well, yes, but we'll deal with that. Would you mind, helping me start my day. I'm feeling a little...weird, this morning..."

Meggy saluted and giggled, and went to prepare some ramen. War Tari cleared her throat and went to grab some fresh juice.

"Right...no more crispy duck and Edam sandwiches before bed. That was...fucking weird."

I REGRET NOTHING