Once upon a time, (we're seriously starting off like that? What are you, a 12 year old girl?) S-shut up! How else am I suppose to start the story? (I dunno, but I though we were doing a science fiction, but your starting it off like a fucking fairy-tale!) ... On the far off moon of Ganymede, the largest and most inhospitable of Jupiter's moons, bathed constantly by immeasurable amounts of radiation from both the sun and the largest gas giant in our solarium, rocked by incalculable gravitational and magnetic forces that would rip apart any living creature, two of the native sexy cat-aliens were discussing current events over tea.
"Madame Siamesynth, it's been too long!" Says one of the cat people. Orange and black spots hug her cream colored face like freckles.
"Indeed it has, Miss Caliconaan. You are looking quite well!" Responds the other cat person. The black heart shaped patch of black fur cutely framing her face. "Let me pour you some tea,"
"Yes, please do." Caliconaan daintily nibbled on a rat crumpet. A moderate gust of wind blew over the atmosphereless moon and nearly took her bonnet away with it.
Meanwhile, inside a human bedroom on the 3rd world planet Earth, the smartest and most self absorbed man in the entire universe has just finished fucking a gender-bent clone of himself.
"Holy fuck..." Your clone says, draped across your body and basking in afterglow.
"Yeah..." You moan.
"Wait a minute." Your clone says. "Did you just cum in me?"
"Uh, maybe?"
"Yeah, you defiantly did. Ewww... Why did we give me the ability to become pregnant again? I hope I'm not pregnant. What would even happen if you impregnate me anyways?"
You shrug. "I dunno."
"It's... probably fine. Right?"
"Probably."
You and your clone stay silent for a while, both naked and sticky. She starts, "What am I going to do now? Like, when we aren't having sex? Do I go to work? Immigrants have a hard time finding work, I don't even have proof of birth! How do we explain my existence to the government?"
That's a good question, you had not considered that. "I dunno."
"What am I going to do, just stay in our house and be your secret wife that nobody knows about?"
"I dunno."
(Wait a minute, is this the same egotistical genius from that one story in Choose your own transformation - Go For a Walk - Realize that you don't have time to go to parks - ?)
Umm, yes? Do you have a problem with that?
(No, no. I just wanted to put a shameless plug here. Continue with the story.)
Uh, okay. Back in your bedroom, you are suddenly struck with an idea.
"Wait a minute!" You say.
"You know how I could have a normal life without being dragged off to a government lab for experimentation?" You clone asks hopefully.
"Uh, no. I had an idea about the possibility of you being impregnated with ourself."
"Oh, well that's neat too. what's your idea?"
"Why don't we just make a Morning After-Ray?!?" You exclaim excitedly.
"Yeah, that's a good idea! It can't hurt to play it safe."
You and your freshly fucked female clone go to your lab and begin the arduous process that results in the creation of a Morning After-Ray. It's a ray that makes recently pregnant women into less pregnant women. By that I mean that it bathes a woman's uterus with enough radiation to bake a potato or give George Hamilton half of a tan. (What could possibly go wrong?)
You and your clone start to work, but you realize that the gun requires some Hyper-Estrogen. For reference, Hyper-Estrogen is like normal estrogen but on steroids. Don't ask why the gun needs it, it just does okay? It's science, trust me.
"Ready?" Your clone asks you, she was still naked. You don't exactly own a whole lot of women's clothing.
"Yup!" You say as you take the Morning After-Ray and aim it at her uterus, er... at where you assume her uterus is, you didn't pay much attention in health class.
"Just make sure there's enough rads to completely fry the little brat, I don't want to give birth to the Toxic Avenger!" She says in a very unmotherly tone.
You call back, "Hey, you and me both!" You crank the dial up to way past maximum threshold. You aim the gun, but just as you start to pull the trigger, your cat slips into your industrial grade barrel of Hyper-Estrogen. Apparently it thought it saw a goldfish.
The cat jumps out and zooms all over the room, tracking Hyper-Estrogen everywhere. The poster of video game things became a poster of boy band things, the couch became an identical couch but without a butt grove, other things just turned pink. You are understandably very distracted by all of this. The Morning After-Ray fires and hits the disco ball that you inexplicably have inside your home, the ray splits and hits both you, your clone and your cat.
You open your eyes, and find that you are surrounded by weird looking cat people having a tea party. The cat people scream and throw rat crumpets at you and your still naked and probably still pregnant sex clone.