Learning Self-Love

Author's Notes: i love fischl so much!!! chunnis are the best

Fischl had heard rumors of a powerful sword. Two girls were on the hunt for it and the ruins it was hidden inside. As the Prinzessin der Verurteilung, surely, she would be the one to wield it. The two searching for it would understand. However, she did not find the true Arcadian Ruins or the sword. There were dozens of ruins in Mondstadt. The one she found was small and tucked away in a mountain, much like the Arcadian Ruins. Traversing was easy enough even without her beloved Oz’s help.

However, she did not find a sword in the end.

All there was an ornate mirror with a golden frame. It was as tall as her, give or take a few inches, and was incredibly polished despite being stuck in a cave for who knows how long. Curious, Fischl stepped towards it. Her fingers traced along the frame. Flowers, plants, and fruits were carved into the gold or rather the gold was sculpted into these perfectly symmetrical shapes on all ends of the mirror. Finally, she touched the glass itself. Her reflection reached out for her as she reached out for it. The glass rippled under her touch. Shock pulsed through her system as the glass seemed to change into a liquid. It lapped at her skin as she dragged her fingertips across the surface like the ocean to the shore. Stumbling back, Fischl squinted at the mirror. What did it do? What purpose did it show? She really needed to be careful.

Hesitantly, she stepped back towards it and sank her hand inside. Above her hand, a hand shot out towards her. Startled, she pulled back only for the hand to pull back as well.

Then she did it again.

Her whole arm sank into the mirror and out came another. She narrowed her eyes as she stared at her reflection who shared her look. Then she shoved in another hand and out came another. It was her reflection coming out of the mirror.

What would happen if she went inside? Would she be trapped inside it as her reflection destroyed this dimension? Her lips pressed together in a hard line.

Curiosity ate away at her as she recalled a book she read as a child. A girl had slipped inside a mirror and had adventures inside the other world inside. Unable to take it anymore, Fischl pushed herself inside...

Only to wind up back in the cave, just in another direction.

However, there was another her standing in front of her.

“Hello?” she asked.

“Hello,” her ‘twin’ replied.

Her twin stayed in place as Fischl circled around her. They looked identical in every way. Every bow, every fold of her dress, and even the tiny tears in the lace stockings that they both wore... it was in the exact same place as hers!

“State your name, my doppelganger.”

“I am Fischl von Luftschloss Narfidort, Prinzessin der Verurteilung of the Immernachtreich.”

Fischl pursed her lips. “Would it be correct to assume that you do not have anything dastardly planned for this world?”

Her twin shook her head. “Of course not. You have my word, my doppelganger.”

She only had her duplicate’s word but she took it. It would be entertaining to have someone else to play along with her games besides Oz. “Tell me tales of your Immernachtreich.”

As if perfectly rehearsed with little to no stumbling, Fischl’s counterpart told her stories of her own realm. Of course, they were the same as her own. It did not bother Fischl however. It was entertaining to hear such intricate tales from someone other than herself. Sort of. Occasionally, she’d interrupt with her own identical anecdotes. Her twin did not mind. Her eye sparkled in wonder as she told her own tales before going back to her story.

Without realizing it, the two girls grew closer and closer. Soon, Fischl’s lips brushed against her twin’s. It was soft, chaste, and innocent.

“I apologize...” she whispered.

“Please don’t,” the doppelganger whispered back before pulling her into another kiss. “I’m enjoying it.”

It was strange to be kissing herself. Strange but oh-so-incredibly pleasant. Her own form also felt incredibly right pressed against hers. Every curve and dip perfectly matched the other Fischl’s. It made her skin and nerves crackle with electric energy. Curious, Fischl nipped at her twin’s bottom lip. Her twin parted her lips and invited her tongue into her mouth. Perfectly synced in a clumsy rhythm, the two blondes' tongues danced with each other as their hands trailed along each other’s bodies. It felt strange, foreign even, to feel someone other than herself touch her body... as strange as that sounded, considering the circumstances. As her twin’s hands slid down to her hips before groping her behind, Fischl cupped her doppelganger’s modest breasts.

The two girls moaned into each other’s mouths as their eager hands explored each other. Heat pulsed in Fischl’s core and lit her up. It was as if she had been hit by a Pyro spell. Arousal pooled inside her stomach and rippled through her body. The sensation of The Other Fischl’s nipples stiffening through her lacy bodice sent a jolt through Fischl.

The twin’s legs quaked as her head tilted back, freeing her from the kiss, once Fischl tweaked her nipple. Her thumb circled the stiff bud through the black lace. Was it strange to find yourself cute? Or was this just advanced narcissism?

“Please, let me pleasure you too, my doppelganger,” the reflection whispered. Lust dripped from her shaky voice as she gently lowered Fischl to the cave floor.

Identical hands tore at each other’s clothes until they were nearly bare. Fischl still wore her panties as she tugged her twin’s pair down her trim thighs. The sight of her bare cunt was a sight to behold. She never had a chance to look at herself down there. It was peculiar. The familiar scent of her arousal was so strong that she could taste it.

Both girls laid on each other’s sides and faced away from each other. Their faces buried themselves betwixt the other’s thighs. The scent of her twin’s cunt was overwhelming. Did she really have such an effect on herself? The thought made her smirk.

The Other Fischl’s fingers ran along her clothed slit and sent shivers up Fischl’s spine. Her hips squirmed and bucked against her twin’s face. A moan tore itself from her throat. Her voice bounced off the cave walls and rang across the empty cavern. Their heavy pants quickly filled the hazy air. The twin’s fingers trailed along her slit before finding her clit. She was so turned on that her clit slightly peeked out between her folds. The stiff bud bulged slightly inside her slick panties. It didn’t stand a chance against The Other Fischl’s assault. The pad of her finger circled around her clit. Pleasure zapped through Fischl’s nerves as another shaky moan escaped her.

While her double showed no displeasure in not receiving anything, Fischl didn’t feel right just laying there and taking it. Her lips brushed along her twin’s puffy folds before pressing a gentle kiss to her clit. Both blondes moaned as the other teased and stimulated the other’s clit.

A finger slid inside Fischl’s aching cunt after pushing her panties aside. Her walls twitched around the digit as it gently thrust in and out of her, occasionally swirling inside of her as if searching for a particular spot. Fischl dove between her twin’s folds as more moans fell from her now dripping lips. Her voice rang across the double’s sex. The vibration against her stiff clit made her scream out and Fischl smirk. Or, she would have smirked if she wasn’t coming undone herself.

Unwilling to let herself ‘lose’ to herself, Fischl’s tongue dragged itself across her twin’s cunt. The taste was so familiar and yet so different. So much stronger. She had tasted herself while masturbating before but drinking herself straight from the source was something she never dreamed of experiencing. (She just wasn’t flexible enough for that.)

Another finger slid inside of her as Fischl’s lips latched onto her clit. A muffled cry tore itself from deep inside her chest as those two fingers stroked her throbbing walls. Arousal dripped onto her doppelganger’s fingers and onto the cave floor. Her twin’s juices dripped onto her tongue and stained her chin with a thick, shiny gloss. Noisily, Fischl suckled on that clit as her own shaky hand snaked its way between her twin’s thighs. Her middle finger pushed inside of her double right as the other pressed a tender kiss to her clit.

Squeals of delight filled the cave for the rest of the day. The sun set into the horizon outside as the two blondes continued to pleasure each other. Sweat rolled down their bodies. Their normally immaculately styled hair came undone and clung to their sweat-soaked skin like a second skin. Heat and electricity pulsed through their bodies as they experienced orgasm after orgasm.

Eventually, things had to end.

Exhaustion washed across Fischl and her twin’s body. They rolled away from each other, panting heavily, as they stared up at the ceiling.

“Perhaps... I will keep the secret of this cave to myself,” Fischl panted as a shaky smile spread across her sticky lips.

“I will do the same, my sweet doppelganger.”

“It’ll be... my treasure. Our treasure.”