Faceted Krystal

It was that dream again.

Krystal swam through the mist, her head felt foggy and heavy.

She tried to move, but her arms and legs didn't listen.

Blue fox tried to arch and twist herself but felt a familiar fullness within her.

The vibrating dildo suddenly springs into her mind and body, bulging from her slim stomach.

Krystal gasped and moaned at the sudden feeling, shivering to her core, her pussy squeezing hard against the phallus.

That's when she sensed her surroundings far more clearly.

The dreamy world solidified into a concrete room, the scene Krystal was all too familiar.

In a flash, the voluptuous vixen found herself back in the Umbrella Corporation, as a mere lab rat.

Krystal was horrified at the thought that her rescue and new life were nothing but a delusion of hers.

No, it has to be a nightmare, she's sure of it!

But then she noticed something was completely different.

Her body was not hers.

She looked side to side and found her arms and legs missing, only round stumps in their places, this is why she couldn't move her limbs.

Before she could be horrified, she heard a voice... her own voice.

It tried its best to calm her down, telling her it was nothing but a vision. The voice's vision.

It explained that she was a clone of her, made by the Umbrella Corporation, the sample of Krystal's DNA was taken back when the original was in their captivity.

And the copies were made for experiments and testing, the owner of the voice was clone number 4, who emerged from the clone tube without limbs, made to be nothing but a sex toy.

Krystal was terribly confused, it was too much to take this tale almost too ridiculous to exist, but deep known she somehow knew it was true.

The Clone 4 didn't have much time, begging Krystal to find her and stop the evil laboratory, her voice getting ragged and shaky.

The limbless woman on a dildo was close to climax, her feelings of orgasm also felt by Krystal, who was shivering hot and wet in her bed.

And then again another flash of light and the blue fox woke up in the middle of the night, heavily panting and drenched wet.

So it was not nightmares of her that haunted Krystal, she thought, still recovering from the experience.

It was another her... somehow, who was still in captivity...

She knew what she must do.

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Before you ask, I've heard that Krystal has some kind of psychic abilities, and decided to use it in the story.
And make that sketch of Faceted Krystal into a full picture.