Chapter 100: Zoo Outing (3)
After finishing up with the monoceros exhibit—those dog-like apocalypse beasts—we arrived at the doppelganger enclosure. It was a subspecies of slime, and to keep them contained, it was sealed tight in a glass box with not a single gap anywhere.
But there were no doppelgangers in sight. Instead, beyond the glass enclosure, there were just tons of people.
"What... the fuck...?"
What the hell was I even looking at?
It felt like someone had smacked me hard in the back of the head.
Especially when I saw those people shoving their faces into the feed troughs, chomping away at the mix of slop and whatever else was in there.
For a second, I wondered if I'd stumbled onto some dark underbelly of this fucked-up world's society. But nope, that wasn't it.
One of those people stuffing their face with feed suddenly started oozing and transformed into a gelatinous slime creature.
Doppelganger. Gotcha.
Fucking terrifying.
They could turn into whatever they saw, apparently by mimicking the tourists gawking through the glass.
I'd half-thought, shit, humans are animals too, maybe they were farming us or something.
If it had been me a little while back, I might've even supported it as long as they fed us on time. Gave me the chills just thinking about it.
Anyway, glad it wasn't some horror show. I checked out the doppelgangers while I could breathe again.
"Eh, nothing special."
"Nothing special indeed. Nay, it doth not strike this one as a particularly pleasant sight."
"Yeah."
Being able to shapeshift into humans was kinda cool, but that was about it. These things were pure instinct—no brains.
Mostly eating, sleeping... you know, basic shit.
Of course, instincts included breeding and lust, too.
Watching doppelgangers turned into people face-plant into feed troughs, or different ones...
Even same-sex ones writhing against each other—it was straight-up nightmare fuel.
If it were girls going at it, fine, whatever. But dudes? Made me mutter "fuck" on reflex.
Even if they shapeshifted, they were still doppelgangers at heart. Mating was just them slapping together and squirming.
But doing it in human form? Not exactly family-friendly entertainment.
No wonder they had that minors restriction at the entrance.
"Wanna check out something else?"
"Shall we?"
"'Twould be best."
All three of us agreed, so we were about to move on to the next exhibit. Hoaran had mentioned a six-winged bird or some bizarre mammal that laid eggs up ahead.
Just as we turned to go, three doppelgangers oozed up to the glass in front of us.
What the—? Then they squirmed and shifted right into us.
"Oh."
Seeing them actually transform up close was pretty wild—we'd only caught them mid-shift before.
Especially since they looked exactly like us.
"Heh, copying us, huh."
"Hmm, truly identical."
Lilith and Hoaran got interested again, peering at their doppelganger doubles.
Mimicry instinct, maybe? The copies started imitating their little gestures, which felt kinda weird.
Lilith and Hoaran gawking at glass-clinging doppelgangers that looked just like themselves. And those doppelgangers mimicking right back, plastering themselves to the glass too.
Like a double mammooth event or some shit.
"Behold, Hanjo. These two seem quite close."
Hoaran said that while eyeing the clustered doppelgangers.
Then the Lilith and Hoaran copies slapped together and started squirming.
"Ah."
Suddenly, the Lilith and Hoaran doppelgangers were rubbing furiously.
Like I'd said, these were slime mimics at core. Mating was just bodies mashing and wriggling.
In true form, two blobs ooze together. But shapeshifted? Lips, faces, tits all grinding in a frenzy.
Hoaran, who'd just called them close, gaped wide.
"Ah, n-no... Hanjo... this is, um..."
She stammered through the sudden disaster.
Then my doppelganger plowed right over the rutting Lilith-Hoaran pair.
It looked just like...
A dude crashing a yuri rub-and-tug.
The crushed Lilith and Hoaran doppelgangers started squirming with my copy on top.
"Th-the three of them are... s-so... close..."
Hoaran's face went beet red watching the 1v2 storm of slime sex.
Her doppelganger flushed too, mimicking her expression. But with my copy shaking its hips wildly on top, it looked for all the world like actual fucking.
Hell, the doppelgangers were full-on banging.
Problem was, it didn't look like slime mating. More like me pounding Hoaran doggy-style.
But that lasted a moment.
Tired of just the Hoaran copy, maybe? The Lilith doppelganger shoved her aside and slapped onto my copy.
"Oh..."
Storm two: full throttle.
Unlike passive Hoaran copy, Lilith's took charge, face-to-face style, grinding hard.
"You... you bastard..."
Lilith, who'd frozen mid-gawk, flushed crimson and glared at me—her double looked just like her.
The fuck did I do?
I was innocent as hell.
Hell, she started it—Lilith copy, anyway.
Suddenly, I was the one looking bloody from the doppelganger orgy.
The copies didn't give a shit about us originals, just kept at it.
Mine especially—switched partners seamless, hips pistoning into Lilith copy like nothing changed.
That's when I noticed the crowd packing in around us.
"Holy shit..."
"Look over there—"
Whispers and giggles at the three-way slime fuckfest.
Made sense why they gathered.
Lilith and Hoaran were knockout beauties, shapeshift or not.
"Doppelganger mating"? Looked like public yass with their perfect doubles.
Eye-catching as fuck.
Bet the crowd were pervs who came for this—watching your double get railed by tourist-lookalikes.
Whatever. Pissed me right off.
They were just mimics copying Lilith and Hoaran's forms. But other people staring? Made my blood boil.
I was about to snap at the crowd—what're you staring at?—when
One guy strolled past the mob, ignoring the show entirely, heading to the enclosure.
Deep black hood pulled low.
Not just drab vacation wear—something about him creeped me the fuck out.
Chills crawling up my spine.
I knew this feeling.
Swoosh.
Hooded figure placed a hand on the glass.
Under the hood, a glimpse of face—pitch fucking black. Not racist, literally black.
Squirm...
Our eyes met—or felt like it.
Then it hit me: where I'd seen that black bastard before.
White-haired bitch. Her suit-thing. Identical.
Explained the dread, the goosebumps.
"Motherfucker."
Keeeeeen!
Ear-splitting ring, then crack—fissures spiderwebbed the doppelganger glass.
Before Lilith and Hoaran could turn at the weirdness, I yanked them into my arms.
Shatter!
The enclosure exploded, glass shards flying everywhere.