"Hey, Six!"
Chirped a familiar, mischievous voice behind him.
Before he could turn, a flurry of arms wrapped around him—one around his chest, another ruffling his hair, and a third giving his backside a quick, cheeky swat.
"Ow—what the hell?"
He yelped, nearly dropping the datapad in his hand.
Multiple transformed Rebeccas—her Luna Phase clones—stepped past him, each wearing the same teasing grin, their tall rabbit ears twitching and soft laughter echoing through the corridor like mischievous wind chimes. One of them bumped her hip against his thigh with a wink.
(Luna Phase: Allows Rebecca to make twelve copies of herself, making her difficult to kill because they are all the original. Leaving one alive lets her restart the process all over again. The only weakness is that they simultaneously feel the same experience as the others. Hence, if one dies, they all feel it.)
"You're too tense, babe."
The lead Rebecca purred, circling him like a curious predator.
"Shady Sands not showing you enough love?"
Six raised a brow, sighing with mock exasperation but unable to hide his grin.
"Is this payback for leaving you with the kids while we were in the NCR?"
Rebecca tsked, her clones falling into step around him.
"Oh, I could have just waited at home like a nice, supportive wife."
She teased.
"But... Then who would remind you that you're not invincible?"
Another clone flicked his ear, laughing.
"And definitely not immune to us."
Six groaned, shaking his head with a smile.
"You're lucky I don't start charging rent for each clone."
"Please."
Rebecca scoffed, draping an arm over his shoulder.
"You love the chaos."
And honestly, he did.
Six stared, momentarily transfixed by the sight before him.
Rebecca's clones—each identical in their confident poise, athletic curves, and cheeky smirks—moved like a coordinated dance, hips swaying just enough to taunt. Her leotard, tight and gleaming in the room's light, lifted with every step, giving teasing glimpses of her toned thighs and the promise of more.
She caught his gaze lingering, and her smile widened into something wicked.
"Aww."
she cooed, tilting her head.
"Still got that helpless look when I'm in this form, huh?"
Six tried to speak but only managed a breath. She always knew how to disarm him, and it wasn't just the curves—though those certainly didn't help his focus.
Rebecca stepped forward, all the clones following like reflections in a dream.
"Eyes up, soldier."
She whispered, poking his chest.
"Or am I gonna have to discipline you for being distracted on duty?"
"Maybe."
Six said, recovering enough to grin.
"But only if it's in front of a military tribunal."
"Oh? Kinky and official."
Rebecca leaned in close, their noses almost touching.
"You're lucky I like a man who's all business... and all trouble."
He exhaled through a laugh, catching her by the waist and pulling her flush against him—not roughly, just enough to say I'm not backing down.
"You're lucky I like a woman who can keep up."
The room practically sizzled with the tension—but they both knew this wasn't going to escalate just yet.
Not until the kids were asleep.
Not until the reports were filed.
Not until the Mojave gave them a moment of peace.
But when it did…
Well. There were twelve Rebeccas now.
And Six had no complaints.
The twelve Rebeccas purred, sauntering up to him.
"This must be torture for you."
One stepped closer, rose on her tiptoes, and rested her fingertips on his chest. 4' 7" meeting 7' 4". For a moment, Six thought their lips would touch, but then she turned her head and breathed against his chest.
"Do you jerk off while thinking about me in this form?"
Rebecca was a tormentor; no other word described her love of teasing Six to the brink, making him tremble with desire as she smushed her tits against his chest. He gulped, frozen to the spot, watching her cleavage squish upwards as she stuck her tongue out at him.
"Rebecca…"
"Yes, Six?"
She swivelled on a heel and stood in their bedroom doorway, their fists parked jauntily on her hips.
Six all but tackled her to the ground, grabbing her thighs and lifting her legs up next to her rabbit ears. Her eyes went wide, and she squirmed hard, but nothing she did could free her from Six's grasp: he bore down on her with his full weight and mass, planting a deep kiss, grunting as he sawed his throbbing bulge against her leotard pussylips.
He released her legs for a moment, letting them flop down on the bedroom floor, then hooked both arms around Rebecca's waist and lifted her into the air. She slung her arms over his shoulders, tits pushing over and around his face as she panted for precious air, carried into the bed and deposited on it followed by her clones.
"Ah!"
She winced as Six ript her leotard hauling the fabric up, stretching and straining it until her big, fat tits flopped down onto her chest, wobbling briefly before they settled. He immediately buried his face between her gorgeous tits, sucking and nibbling drinking her sweet milk.
Rebecca squirmed and groaned as Six milked her breasts, her hands tangling in his hair as she felt his hot breath and wet tongue caress her body. She could feel the heat building between her legs, her pussy already wet and begging for his attention.
"Mmph!"
Six looked up from his delightful task, his eyes gleaming with hunger as he took in the sight of her naked form. Her plump breasts were topped with dark, puffy areolas and large, pebbled nipples that begged for his touch. He didn't disappoint, flicking his tongue out to taste her and then giving each one a firm suckle, making her arch her back off the bed.
"Six... oh, god, that feels so good."
Rebecca moaned, her voice thick with lust.
The other clones watched with hungry eyes, their own tails flicking with excitement as they felt everything each felt, and they saw that one was getting the attention they all craved. They began to strip off their own leotards, revealing their identical bodies, each one eager to join in on the fun.
Six couldn't resist any longer; he slid down her body, kissing a wet path down her pregnant belly and over the soft mound of her pussy. He spread her legs wide, exposing her to the cool air of the room.
Her thighs were thick and muscular, the kind that could crush a man's head like a watermelon if she squeezed hard enough. He took a moment to appreciate the view before diving in, his tongue parting her folds and delving deep into her wetness.
Rebecca's clones all moaned in unison, feeling their own arousal spike at the sight. They began to caress each other, their hands roaming over their curves, teasing and pinching their nipples and fingering their own pussies. They were a harem of horny Goddesses, all eager to please their husband who also transformed.
Rebecca's breath hitched as Six's tongue found her clit, flicking it rapidly. She felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge, her body tensing with every touch.
"Fuck, Six, I'm gonna—"
Before she could finish, he slammed into her, his cock filling her up to the hilt. She screamed out, her body writhing underneath him as he began to pound away at her. The feeling was exquisite, his thick shaft stretching her tight pussy with each powerful thrust.
The clones cheered and clapped feeling the pleasure she was feeling, encouraging their husband as they watched him fuck one of them with a ferocity that seemed almost animalistic. They crawled onto the bed, surrounding the couple, their hands reaching out to touch and caress Six's body, their mouths eager for a taste of his skin.
Six grabbed onto the bedpost, his muscles straining as he held onto Rebecca's hips, pulling her closer with every thrust. Her pussy was so tight, so wet, so incredible that he knew he wouldn't last much longer. He reached down and began to pinch her clit, feeling it swell under his touch.
"Oh, fuck, yes!"
Rebecca screamed, her body convulsing as she came hard around him. The clones all mimicked her orgasm, their moans and sighs filling the room as they watched their leader in ecstasy.
But Six wasn't done yet. He pulled out of her and flipped her over onto her hands and knees. He grabbed her by the waist and slammed into her again, her plump ass jiggling with every thrust.
"You like that, don't you, slut?"
He growled, his voice thick with desire.
"Yes, yes, I love it!"
Rebecca panted, pushing back against him, urging him deeper.
The clones took this as their cue to join in, each one climbing onto the bed and taking a position around them. They began to kiss and lick Six's body, their tongues slithering over his skin, their teeth grazing his flesh just hard enough to leave a mark.
One of the clones positioned herself in front of Rebecca, her tongue flicking out to taste her own juices on Six's cock. Another slid underneath, licking and sucking at Rebecca's tits as she moaned and writhed. Yet another slithered down to kiss and suck on her clit, her eyes locked on Six's as she pleasured her.
The room was a cacophony of moans, gasps, and slapping flesh as the orgy continued. Six's cock was a blur as he pounded into Rebecca, her ass bouncing with every impact. The clones were a swirl of limbs and tongues, all focused on giving and receiving pleasure.
Finally, with a roar, Six reached his peak, filling Rebecca with his hot cum. She collapsed onto the bed, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her climax, as the clones all took turns licking him clean.
As they all lay there, panting and sated, the clones cuddled around them, their bodies tangled together in a mess of limbs. Rebecca looked up at Six with a wicked smile.
"I think I like this ability a little too much."
She murmured, her eyes half-lidded with pleasure.
Six could only chuckle, his arms around her waist, feeling the warmth of her body against his.
"Me too, babe."
He whispered, pressing a kiss to her neck.
"Me too."