Patron Reward: Fighting Yourself

One of the high-tier rewards that came in late last month.  Kotonoha Katsura, a girl from a visual novel, is a yandere anime gal who has some... emotional issues. I had to skim a wiki on her so hopefully gave her a happier ending than the game did. But it's literally a request to have a girl fight herself, so it was a fun little experiment.

Kotonoha Katsura was a strange girl. She was attractive, of course, with her fair skin and dark hair making her fairly popular on a shallow level. She was still skittish around people, particularly men and boys her own age. She kept to herself to avoid any trouble, but that just made her even more critical of herself. She could keep up appearances at school, but in her private life, there was no hiding from herself. 

One night she went to bed but sat up to something new. She was still in her bedroom but it all seemed… wider. The walls were farther apart than ever, and room was dark but Katsura could see perfectly well. When she scanned the room for anything that could have caused this, she saw one thing that stood out: herself. A perfect copy of her was standing in the middle of the room wearing her school uniform. She smirked wickedly as her eyes met the other one of her lying in her bed.

“So you’re finally brave enough to face me, Kotonoha-san,” the standing girl said, casting a judging scowl on the laying one.

“I’m not afraid of you,” Kotonoha snapped, glaring at Katsura. Referring to her selves as her first and last name was the only way she could think to set themselves apart in her mind. They looked exactly alike, although instead of her schoolgirl uniform Kotonoha was sill wearing the simple nightgown she’d worn to bed.

“You are,” Katsura chuckled as she approached the bed, crossing the surprisingly long room quite quickly. The dream clearly wasn’t holding to much logic (as if talking with a second self wasn’t clear enough). “You’re afraid of everything. You won’t talk to anyone in any real sense. You’re afraid of what they’ll think and what they’d do to you… it’s why you don’t have any friends, let alone a boyfriend.”

“I don’t have to take that kind of talk from me!” Kotonoha growled as she swung herself out of bed. She rose to meet her mouthier self. The way her temper flared up, they were clearly part of the same person. Her meek nature didn’t mean that she didn’t have her more… aggressive thoughts. Kotonoha shoved Katsura’s chest, flattening her chest beneath her top before it bounced back in place.

“If you had the guts to stand up for yourself, you would have already back in school!” Katsura mocked her, grabbing her double by the hair. Kotonoha didn’t react as meekly as she seemed to expect, reacting in the same manner as she took her other self by the hair and pulled straight down. Katsura shrieked as she nearly lost her balance, but a quick slap to the duplicate standing in her bed clothes’ face broke her grip. The skirted girl sent a vicious shove into Kotonoha’s side that knocked her back into bed, just for the mouthy doppelganger to throw herself on top of her.

“I’ll show you how weak I really am!” Katsura threatened as she tried to pin herself down. Kotonoha bucked from side to side and kicked wildly, making her hard to restrain but not making much progress in getting herself upright. She clawed at Katsura’s face with her teeth bared in a look of savage fury, finally kneeing her squarely in the groin.

“Does THAT feel weak to you!?” Kotonoha snapped as Katsura’s eyes went wide. Her hands cupped her pussy through her skirt, her face twisting in agony as the dreaming double shoved her off. Katsura could barely even react as she hit the floor of the dreamed bedroom. Kotonoha rushed to sit at the side of the bed and stomped her bare heel down on Katsura's stomach. The downed girl grunted and tried to curl up into a defense fetal position, but Kotonoha kept up her attack from her higher ground.

"YOU'RE the one who's weak! Criticizing my every move but doing nothing yourself!" Kotonoha shouted back at her double. Katsura finally rolled enough to take the hit to her side, but she lunged up to grab Kotonoha's breasts. She held on with all her might and dug in with her nails, sending a piercing pain running through the sensitive orbs. Kotonoha screamed in pain and grabbed at Katsura's wrists, her kicking growing more wild and frenzied.

"You still can't handle a little pain, let alone getting our hands dirty!" Katsura leaned back down, swinging Kotonoha by her breasts. With another pained howl she was thrown to the floor beside her. The dream of herself lost her grip on Kotonoha, but that came with its own benefits. Her tearing fingers ripped the fabric off of her nightgown while leaving some rough scratches along Kotonoha's pale orbs. She landed with a gasp, covering her breasts with her arms.

"You see? We're ashamed of yourself over everything. You can't even stay proud of your looks that everyone praises, you pathetic cow!" Katsura smugly pelted her with insults, but Kotonoha quickly abandoned her shame to replace it with outrage.

"As if you're any better than us!" Kotonoha shouted as she charged at her double, getting caught up in the confusion of her dreamed self's pronouns. She grabbed Katsura by her uniform's blouse and pulled it upward, repaying the attack on her clothes in kind. The identical breasts hung from her body as Kotonoha pulled the shirt over Katsura's head, blinding her from everything but the unwanted mask of white fabric. Unlike her real self, Katsura had opted to not wear a bra at all underneath her uniform. Kotonoha only knew that her double was wearing her panties under her skirt because of the silky feeling she felt when she kneed her in the pussy earlier.

Katsura cursed and thrashed in an attempt to escape her own shirt, but Kotonoha pelted her with quick and clumsy punches. Katsura shoved her away with a loud rip as more of her top was torn off, but it provided her the space to pull the rest of it off to free her arms and head. Her light skin grew red with anger and her short breathing, glaring daggers at Kotonoha.

"You always screw up everything!" Katsura shouted furiously.

"We do not! I... I'll show you! And I'll start by defeating myself!" The topless girls ran at each other, immediately grabbing and clawing at anything they could once they were within arm's reach. Kotonoha clawed and slapped at her tormentor's tits, but Katsura caught her by the hair. Rather than pull on her locks, she drove Kotonoha's head into the nearby dresser.

Kotonoha grunted and slumped across the top of it, leaving her vulnerable for a few hard punches into her side and ribs. She grunted girlishly before she spun around, backhanding Katsura to send her double staggering back with her long hair trailing behind. Kotonoha kicked her in the knee hard enough to take her mocking double down to the floor, landing roughly on her stomach as Kotonoha climbed on her back.

"I'll show you just how strong you can be, you whiney bitch!" Kotonoha yanked off Katsura's skirt, baring the silky white panties wrapped around her soft and squeezable ass. Katsura had something of a point: she did think she had a nice butt. It was a rare opportunity she couldn't pass up to smack her double's ass, jiggling her pale cheeks beneath her palms.

"Owww! You whore! What gives you the right!? How dare you touch me, you perv!" Katsura objected. Her outrage only fueled Kotonoha's urge to punish her, whipping one cheek and then the other in an ever-faster pace.

"Now who can't take a little pain? We should be tougher than this!" Kotonoha gloated back. She slid her hands under Katsura's panties, squeezing one ass cheek and digging into the soft skin with her fingernails. Katsura screamed as the pain motivated her  to finally kick and buck hard enough to push Kotonoha off balance. She tried to crawl to safety, but Kotonoha caught her by her panties. It stopped her short as her pale ass cheeks were exposed, the underwear clinging to her thighs instead of her hips.

"Stop running away from my problems!" Kotonoha snapped as she pulled harder on the underwear. She raked her nails against Katsura's ass, scratching her already reddened cheeks. The elastic of her panties started to tear when Katsura lunged away from her. The ruining of her panties became irrelevant as she fell out of the last of her clothes, leaving the furious Katsura naked. Kotonoha smirked as she held up the panties and tossed them over her shoulder, glad to spot the various scratch marks and bruises she'd left on herself.

"Don't you look down on me, you dirty skank!" Katsura screamed, suddenly sitting up and slapping Kotonoha across the face. Her head whipped away, but as she tried to clutch her stinging cheek Katsura rose to her feet. She kneed Kotonoha in the face, sending her flat on her back and staring as the dark ceiling of her dream bedroom.

"I'm going to show you just how weak you are," Katsura seethed as she climbed on top of her stunned duplicate. "You'd never have the nerve to do something like this!"

Kotonoha's eyes went wide as the furious-looking double wrapped her hands around her neck and started to squeeze. She let out a soft gagging noise, pulling on her wrists. She could pull her hands away for a moment to suck in fresh air, but Katsura would just as quickly shove them back around her throat to cut her off again. Working on her hands was getting her nowhere, so as her eyes started to water, Kotonoha reached out to do the same. The identical young women choked each other until their sweat and tears started to mix beneath them, gritting their teeth to force themselves to stay awake long enough to suffocate the other Kotonoha Katsura that plagued her.

While they were effectively the same, Katsura still held the higher ground. She had started her attack a little sooner, which left the pinned Kotonoha at the disadvantage. Her hands fell weakly to her side as Katsura coughed some air back into her lungs, spraying Kotonoha  with spittle before she formed a twisted grin. "I knew you wouldn't last. I'm too weak to even fight myself. Now you'll listen to me... now you'll suffer like I do and hate yourself just as much as the rest of you..."

Katsura, however, has misinterpreted her double's falling hands. Kotonoha was certainly growing weaker, but she saw that her mutual strangling was a losing battle. She instead reached out with one hand, gouging her nails into Katsura's face. With both of her hands busy choking her, Katsura could do nothing but close her eyes and scream as Kotonoha raked at the vulnerable curves of her face. Katsura quickly abandoned her stranglehold to fall away, clutching her face to protect her eyes. Kotonoha quickly noted the bleeding scratch she'd left on her cheek just beside her nose, but she hurried to her feet rather than press the attack. Katsura grabbed at her blindly, but all she got was the scraps of Kotonoha's nightgown. She tore off the last of her clothes, leaving both of the girls naked as they faced off, sweating and panting.

Kotonoha Katsura had never actually been in a fight, so they were both they were feeling exhausted as they took a moment for their bodies to catch up.

"I won't listen to me anymore," Kotonoha insisted, glaring at her dream version of herself. "You can't keep holding us back by being scared and angry."

"I'm not a part of you, you stupid cunt. I'm all of you," Katsura hissed. "You don't understand anything. You're not stopping me. You're too meek and weak and pathetic to do anything for yourself. One day you'll need me, and that'll be when you snap."

Kotonoha grit her teeth and lunged back at her with a furious roar. Katsura charged with her own battle cry, quickly covering the ground between them. They grabbed and clawed at each other until Kotonoha landed a punch across her double's nose. Katsura yelped and grabbed her face, the fresh cut stinging especially badly after the blow. Kotonoha wasn't the most creative fighter but she saw the obvious weak spot and hit her again, dropping Katsura to her knees as she threw up her arms, trying to protect her injured face.

Kotonoha tried to swing again, but the lower position left Katsura face to... well, crotch with a much more tempting target. She buried her fingers into Kotonoha's pussy, clawing the identical girl's snatch from the inside out. The attack on her tender groin left Kotonoha screaming as she crumbled to the floor, her legs going limp from the intimate agony.

"This is all anyone wants to do to you!" Katsura snarled menacingly. "They either want to fuck your pretty little pussy or they want to beat you to death for looking so perfect and being so shallow!" She curled her fingers like hooks as she attacked Kotonoha's vulnerable clit, getting the screaming schoolgirl's cries to reach an even higher pitch. Katsura went on torturing her snatch until she froze, letting out a long gasp that turned into a howl of agony. Kotonoha wasn't just laying there taking her punishment; she twisted her body around to ram her fingers into Katsura's snatch as well. Katsura regained her wits and the two entered a new mirrored duel of mauling each other's crotches.

Kotonoha upped the ante as she bit into Katsura's thigh, surprising the more vicious of the two. The dream double gave a fresh scream as she sank her fingernails into Kotonoha's ass, squeezing her ass cheek while pulled her closer for her probing fingers to press even harder and deeper. Kotonoha answered the attack on her ass by reaching down near her stomach and squeezing Katsura's tit, stretching and slapping it with all the energy she could spare. Her whole body ached from the nauseating pain in her crotch, making her muscles weak. Even her bite was too weak to do more than pinch on Katsura's thigh, but she also wasn't sure how the dream was working to settle this otherworldly struggle.

"Once I destroy that pussy, you'll never go near a boy again. You'll barely be able to get out of bed without remembering what I've done to you!" Katsura threatened. "We both know that I'm too scared to be as strong as I am!"

"You don't know anything about me!" Kotonoha screamed back furiously. She pulled her hand back out of her opponent, giving Katsura a brief belief that she had won. It was quickly disproven when Kotonoha sent her fist slamming into her crotch as hard as she could and just kept pressing. The punch to her pelvis was one thing but then it sliding inside her aching and overworked pussy made Katsura shaking the room with her agonized scream. The painful fisting made her entire body lock up, shaking violently as Kotonoha ground her knuckles against her clit and stretched her pussy out more than she had ever imagined.

"So let me get one thing straight," Kotonoha hissed. She rose to her knees, pulling herself free from Katsura's clutches as she aggressively thrust her fist inside the downed double's snatch. "I don't need you! I'm not weak! I'm not afraid like you want me to be so you can keep manipulating me and driving me crazy! I'm... I can do this on my own! I'm stronger than anything you can do to me!"

With a viscerally wet sound, Kotonoha pulled her fist back out of Katsura. She watched her duplicate shudder and moan as she shook on the floor, her pussy squirting in a painfully unwelcome orgasm. She flopped onto the floor, her eyes glassy from the overwhelming sensations  that left her crippled by herself. Kotonoha breathed heavily as she stood over herself. The room seemed to close in, as if the walls were waiting to see who would win. What decision would be made. With everything looking closer, Kotonoha pulled open her desk drawer and felt around. Suddenly she was in control of herself. She wanted a weapon, and the dream world seemed to obey her commands. Out of her drawer of pencils and erasers, she pulled out a long katana. It felt like a bit much, now that she looked at it, and she didn't know how to wield such a thing...

With a bit of focus, the weapon changed to something much more fitting. A box cutter was smaller and far more practical. She found herself smiling as she let out the blade and turned to her double. "I don't need you at all," she mused before giving one wild slash across her naked clone's torso.

Kotonoha Katsura jolted awake, hurrying to sit up in bed. She felt herself over, finding herself back in her bed clothes and without any real pain or injuries beyond a vague discomfort from remembering the dream. She had a bit of a cold sweat from the nightmare, but... she felt lighter. Happier. She smiled as she looked out the window at the freshly risen sun, realizing all the impressive things she'd done in her dream had really come from her. It would be a strange one for her dream journal, that was for sure. But as she climbed out of bed to get ready for school, she felt more confident. Maybe today she would go make some friends... perhaps even talk to that boy she liked! Hearing her dream self argue out all her fears and worries made her feel like she could do anything.