[SNEAK PEEK] Kyle4Kyle
Kyle helps Kyle remember he's Kyle.
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Kyle4Kyle
Commission for Vylraz
By Limewah
18+
SNEAK PEEK
Kyle helps Kyle remember he’s Kyle.
Kyle looked so good.
Other people hated looking at their reflections. The bull sort of felt bad for them; they were missing out on appreciating just how hot and perfect they were. But it was easy for him. That fluffy blue-grey fur, that gym-sculpted body, the glassy grey eyes… everything about him screamed ‘hot and brainwashed’. The two best adjectives to describe a bull.
He loved masturbating to himself. And so did the other Kyle sitting across from him on the plush green couch. The Kyles’ gym shorts were left crumpled on the floor of the living room, but their tight tank tops were still on, hugging their huge pecs.
Mutual masturbation was one of the best ways for a couple of Kyles to pass the time.
Other-Kyle’s grey eyes were focused on the first Kyle’s hoof as it kicked a little and dangled off the side. Other-Kyle was on a bit of a paw kick thanks to the last brainwashing session he had with Boss.
“Want me to put this in your face, bro?” Kyle asked Other-Kyle with a grin.
Other-Kyle’s concentrated o-face snapped into a big grin as he stroked his cock a little faster, clearly excited.
“Fuck yeah! Lemme at it.”
Kyle lifted his hoof up, and took his time pivoting it over and relishing how Other-Kyle’s eyes were going crossed as it got nearer. Other-Kyle’s tongue lolled out, and he leaned in as if he was about to make out with a date.
Kyle grinned and pushed his foot against Other-Kyle’s snout, and he let out the hottest moan…
Being dominant like this wasn’t always Kyle’s speed. Sure, he could seduce and fluster with the best of them, but it was always to make them fall in line with the Boss. Even so, the sight of Other-Kyle kissing at his paw made him feel strange. His hooves were hard and chitinous, but Kyle had a vague memory of his feet being softer, springier, easier to nibble on.
That wondering was chased by a thought that surprised Kyle, and made his stroking stop entirely.
…Had he always been Kyle?
Sometimes his mind wandered - a risky thing to do - and he would sort of idly wonder what it would be like if he wasn’t Kyle. What colour would his fur be? Would he even be a bull?
He sometimes thought about being a jackal. Imagining working at a computer instead of hitting the gym and obeying Master. Being around people who weren’t Kyle, and not trying to seduce and brainwash them. Just sort of… living a mundane life.
And the more he thought about it, they seemed less like daydreams and more like memories. When he imagined walking on soft, silent paws rather than clopping hooves, it felt really familiar, like there was a muscle-memory still there. He imagined his voice sounding different, too, a little higher-pitched and a little less confident.
He remembered - no, imagined going by a name other than Kyle. Though he could never think of what that name could be. It was always on the tip of his tongue…
Before he could get it, he usually would get distracted by something like his reflection, or the Boss calling him to rub his paws, or reach something on a high shelf; but the thoughts were creeping in more and more.
He was a little worried about speaking about it. Kyle! Worried! Kyles didn’t have doubts or get anxious. Kyles were always upbeat and happy and confident.
…He was a Kyle, right?
But maybe these doubts meant that he…
“Kyle?”
Other-Kyle looked around from Kyle’s now-glistening hoof-paw. “Sup?”
“Do you, uh… ever wonder if you were someone else?”
“Nah, not really.” Other-Kyle didn’t seem pretty fussed. “What d’ya mean?”
“Like… I dunno, sometimes I feel like… I’m not me?” Why was he opening up to Other-Kyle rather than the Boss? Did he not trust the Boss?
Man, these feelings sucked.
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