Twice Two

Nymphia stood still, staring in amazement at the cardboard hut perched on the table. She was the first to enter the finalists’ dressing room to start getting ready, while Plane was chatting away with the others. Since when had she become so talkative? At first, Nymphia thought this construction was left from a previous event, but the tag with Plane’s name made her dismiss that version. What was Plane planning to do with this thing? After inspecting the hut from all sides, Nymphia headed to an empty table and set down her makeup case. Today she wanted to look simple and without excess, but definitely not artless. Plane, on the other hand, seemed determined to keep surprising the audience with her appearance. With loud laughter, Plane burst into the room, followed by the staff assigned to help the girls. Nymphia firmly refused their help, deciding to do all the work herself. Judging by their presence here, Plane chose not to miss such an opportunity and agreed. Later Nymphia realized that Plane hadn’t done this out of laziness or arrogance — she simply wouldn’t have been able to handle her look on her own. Tearing her gaze from the mirror, Nymphia stared in shock at the ugly old woman with a long nose and enormous chicken legs instead of feet. At first, she didn’t even realize it was her beloved — she thought maybe some actor from a children’s play had wandered into their dressing room by mistake. ‘Nymphia, what’s wrong?’ she heard the familiar voice. ‘Did my indescribable beauty scare you?’ Only then did the puzzle click in Nymphia’s mind, and nodding in understanding, she glanced at the hut. Satisfied with the effect, Plane laughed in a raspy old woman’s voice. ‘What a nightmare!’ Nymphia exclaimed in genuine outrage. ‘Is that really how you want to appear on the red carpet?’ ‘Exactly,’ Plane confirmed. Unexpectedly, the whole situation amused Nymphia, and she began laughing with that silly giggle Plane loved so much. ‘I expected anything from you, but not this,’ she said, pointing at the hut. ‘And do you know why I did it?’ Plane’s eyes met hers with a playful spark. ‘I didn’t want to outshine the winner with my beauty.’ Nymphia chuckled at the answer, though they both knew Plane had done it precisely to outshine not only Nymphia but everyone else. You didn’t see something this hideous every day at a winner’s coronation. The hut wasn’t cardboard at all, as Nymphia had thought, and Plane, stoically enduring the discomfort from this monstrosity, imagined how much her back would hurt the next day. But it was worth it. The photographers’ and reporters’ faces showed complete astonishment — no one expected this. It even seemed like Mama Ru might have a heart attack at any moment. Yes, Plane could still impress the public. She was sure people were wondering if she would really go to receive the crown in that outfit, should she win. But no one yet knew that Plane had everything still ahead of her, and today she was here to show herself to the audience and support Nymphia. Nymphia looked flawless. She didn’t try to invent anything dazzling — just a yellow sparkling dress. ‘A shame,’ Plane thought, recalling the first look she’d shown her — a yellow raincoat with a banana hanging between her legs. There were many other details in that outfit, but that was what Plane remembered most now. Would Nymphia ever stop seeming perfect and fearing to look silly after winning? As the moment drew closer, when everyone would sit down and watch the finale and the announcement of the winner, Nymphia’s hands began to tremble more and more. She felt sweat forming on her forehead under the layers of makeup, and her heartbeat raced. After the photos and interviews were over, Nymphia hurried off the carpet for a glass of water. After long posing, her legs refused to move quickly, and it seemed they could give out at any moment. Taking a sip, she heard noisy shuffling nearby and turned. Two assistants were pulling the hut off Plane, freeing her from her own creation. Plane noticed the change in Nymphia’s state and placed a hand on her shoulder. ‘Are you okay?’ she asked with concern. Nymphia tried to hide her anxiety from Plane, ashamed of it, but realized she never managed to hide anything from her. ‘I’m scared,’ she answered weakly. Plane gripped her forearms with both hands and looked into her eyes. ‘You’ll do great,’ she said firmly. ‘You just need to rest a little, otherwise you’ll faint while we’re watching the finale.’ ‘Why do we have to watch the entire finale?’ Nymphia protested, sitting down on the couch. ‘Why not just show us the last part and spare everyone the torture?’ Plane sat down next to her, spreading out her chicken legs. ‘Because no one’s supposed to suffer,’ she answered, stroking Nymphia’s hair. ‘We’ll watch the finale and enjoy our performances and how perfect we look. Think only about that, be proud of your work, and be happy I’m on the same stage with you.’ ‘But you wanted to win so much…’ Nymphia said sadly. ‘That was your main goal, remember? How can I look at your disappointment on stage now?’ ‘Nymphia, I wasn’t disappointed,’ Plane objected. ‘I was endlessly happy that you were right there in time, changed my whole life, and influenced my character.’ Nymphia smiled tenderly and placed her hand on her heart. ‘And I was already ready to accept that the crown wasn’t mine, so don’t even worry about me. We’ll watch and enjoy every minute. Promise?’ Nymphia nodded with relief. ‘That’s it,’ Plane sighed. ‘I see my Nymphia is back — cheerful and confident. Stay exactly like that.’ Gratefully, Nymphia hugged Plane and, making sure no one was around, kissed her. She still had to show another look, so she left Plane to go change. When Nymphia appeared before Plane covered entirely in golden rhinestones, with bunches of bananas on her head and costume, Plane was speechless at the magnificence. Suddenly she remembered how she had ordered bananas for her, and the clueless assistant had brought almost an entire palm tree. Nymphia was the only one who changed her outfit before the viewing. She was ready for the coronation. To Plane’s joy, Nymphia managed to overcome her trembling and confidently settled on the couch between Plane and Sapphira, pressing her thigh against a colorful skirt. Once sure Nymphia had stopped being nervous, Plane turned her eyes to the screen and sank into the enchanting atmosphere of the finale. She remembered how happy she’d been to be there, to show herself in full glory, how tenderly she looked at Nymphia shining on stage, and how she had waited for the moment when Nymphia would finally be announced as the winner a year later. When Nymphia heard her name spoken by RuPaul after a long pause, she froze. She had imagined this moment so many times, but now, when it became reality, she doubted it was real. Plane, smiling happily, looked at her and said, ‘What’s wrong?’ ‘What just happened?’ Nymphia asked in confusion. ‘You won, Nymphia!’ Plane exclaimed and hugged her tightly. Everyone rushed to congratulate her, while she still stood motionless, blinking as people hugged her one after another. Finally, the realization came to Nymphia: the crown she had argued about with Plane for months was hers. She proudly accepted the scepter from Mama Ru and glanced at the banana she had taken with her as a talisman. A delightful idea came to her mind. She whispered a few words into Plane’s ear, and soon she returned with a banana and a roll of tape. Now Nymphia didn’t have to run or adjust to anyone. She pressed the banana to the scepter while Plane wrapped layers of tape around it. Nymphia proudly posed, clutching the scepter in her hand. Plane stood beside her, firmly holding the hut and smiling with wrinkled red lips. That was exactly how it was all meant to happen.

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‘Hurry up and change, we should already be leaving!’ Nymphia impatiently tapped her foot, standing at the apartment door. Plane rushed around the room searching for the best outfit for the important walk. She dug through her suitcase, tossing out clothes she didn’t like, then returned to the pile, hoping to find something decent after all. ‘Planey, you do realize you won’t need clothes there?’ Nymphia asked with a smirk. ‘I can’t just show up there naked!’ Plane protested, finally choosing a T-shirt with the word ‘Angel’ on it and banana-print shorts. ‘I want to look at least somewhat decent.’ ‘And do I look decent enough?’ Nymphia asked in frustration, looking down at her pants. ‘You always look indecent,’ Plane replied with satisfaction, stepping out of the room. ‘That’s what I love about you.’ Nymphia gave her a questioning look. ‘But not only that,’ Plane added. ‘Most of all, for your incredible inventiveness. I hope today it’ll delight me again, as usual.’ ‘By the way,’ Nymphia objected, ‘it’s not my inventiveness. Let me remind you, it’s you who dreams up such elaborate fantasies.’ Plane sighed and spread her arms. ‘And today it’ll come true!’ Nymphia exclaimed joyfully. ‘Of course, there won’t be hotels or beds, but we’ll have a magnificent view and amazing cliffs.’ ‘So why are we standing here then?’ Plane said impatiently. ‘Call the taxi already.’ Nymphia rolled her eyes. ‘Your taxi’s been waiting for you for half an hour.’

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The beach really was impressive — clear sea, soft sand and… lots of people. Plane looked at Nymphia in confusion. She smirked and, grabbing her hand, dragged her along the shore. ‘Let’s go further,’ she said. ‘Soon the crowded part will end, and we’ll get to the place where it’s just us and the cliffs.’ ‘And how often do you go there?’ Plane asked suspiciously. ‘Sometimes,’ Nymphia answered calmly, ‘when I want a break from too many people.’ Suddenly Nymphia started taking off her T-shirt. Plane decided to follow her example, and the ‘Angel’ shirt flew onto the sand. Left with only a fanny pack strapped around her waist, Nymphia picked up the clothes and went looking for a place to stash them. Plane didn’t hurry to join her, admiring her baby’s backside. The strap of the pack only emphasized her curves. ‘Planey, what are you doing back there?’ Nymphia called without turning. ‘I’m coming,’ Plane answered, eyes still fixed on her favorite part, gathering the clothes and heading after Nymphia. They dropped their clothes under a bush and ran to the sea. Nymphia won the race — not because she was a great runner but because Plane didn’t want to lose sight of her shining ass. Nymphia splashed into the water and began slapping it with her hands, raising hundreds of drops around her. ‘So where are we swimming?’ Plane asked, squinting against the salty water as she got closer. ‘To those cliffs,’ Nymphia pointed to the majestic rocks in the distance. ‘Can’t we go somewhere closer?’ Plane made a pitiful face. ‘No way!’ she cried, splashing water at Plane and swimming off. ‘Race you!’ ‘Yeah right,’ Plane thought. ‘You can win all day, darling.’ It turned out not to be as far as she’d expected. She didn’t even get tired and was ready for Nymphia’s promising plan. The little island was dotted with sparse vegetation and large clusters of massive rocks. The busy beach was far behind them, so no one could see them, even if they wanted to. Nymphia dropped the bag and leaned her back against a boulder, beckoning Plane, ‘What are you waiting for? Don’t be shy, come here.’ Plane tore her eyes away from the view and focused on Nymphia’s figure as she lowered her hand to her thigh invitingly. Without much thought, Plane lunged at her, pressing her shoulder blades into the rough stone. Nymphia gasped softly into her lips but pulled Plane closer, making her press even tighter. Plane’s hand slid down Nymphia’s body, drawing satisfied moans that melted into her mouth. Suddenly Nymphia clutched her neck tighter and, lifting herself from the ground, wrapped her legs around Plane’s waist. She rubbed her ass so fiercely against Plane’s cock that it seemed she’d forgotten what they had planned for today. ‘Stop, baby,’ Plane rasped, pulling away. ‘Something wrong?’ Nymphia looked at her with a completely unhinged gaze. ‘Fuck me,’ she growled, thrusting her hips and pinning her against the rock. Nymphia grinned lewdly and ground her ass against her cock again. ‘Wait a little, first I want you inside me a bit.’ She carefully slid off Plane and knelt down, reaching for her cock. How could Plane deny her girlfriend — there was nothing better than her hot, skilled mouth. Plane braced her palms against the rock, unable to control the sharp movements of her body. Nymphia’s hand squeezed her ass tightly, then slid down and suddenly stopped. ‘Hey!’ she cried, freeing her mouth. ‘What’s this supposed to mean?’ ‘What do you mean, baby?’ Plane asked huskily, eyes closed. ‘Did you prep?’ Nymphia burst out indignantly. ‘So what?’ Plane asked sincerely, eyes still shut. ‘We knew this was gonna happen today.’ ‘But I wanted to do everything myself,’ Nymphia said with annoyance. ‘I don’t get the chance to play with your ass every day.’ ‘I didn’t want to tire out your little hands,’ Plane said gently, stroking her hair. ‘Come on, I want to feel your fingers.’ Nymphia reached for her little improved clutch, took out a tube, moistened her hand, and returned to the task, sliding her fingers into the hot, already wet hole. An involuntary moan escaped Plane’s lips. Gradually Nymphia sped up, and Plane grabbed her hand holding the cock, begging, ‘Nymphia, stop torturing me. Fuck me properly.’ Nymphia’s lips curled in a smirk, and freeing her hands and mouth, she stood up and pressed against Plane from behind, arching her back. ‘Today I’m the winner,’ Nymphia said slowly, pronouncing each word as she pushed into Plane. ‘I bent all the other competitors, and most importantly, I bent you, bitch.’ ‘Hey, careful,’ Plane muttered with displeasure. ‘This damn rock’s gonna leave me bruised.’ ‘Don’t be picky, darling,’ Nymphia said, picking up the pace. ‘Your whining’s already getting old. Always unhappy.’ ‘Wait, are we fighting now?’ Plane asked in surprise, unable to hold back a moan. ‘No, Planey. I just want you to shove your complaints into the place that’s a little busy right now and focus on how good you feel. You do feel good, right?’ ‘Yeah, it feels amazing, baby. A little scary for my piggy bank, but that doesn’t matter now. If you stop, I’ll bury you myself.’ ‘So scary,’ Nymphia chuckled, slowing down. Plane growled, pushing herself harder onto the cock, making Nymphia laugh. ‘I’d love to flip you so this time your back scraped the rock, but I’m afraid I’m too fragile to hold you. I can suggest lying on the sand, and then it’ll pour out of you like it does from RuPaul.’ ‘Okay, okay, I get it,’ Plane moaned. ‘I’ll stop complaining. Just don’t stop, please!’ If someone happened to swim by nearby, they would definitely have been drawn by the loud sounds, and following them, they would’ve seen quite a scene. Nymphia firmly cemented her title as the winner, saying goodbye to her fleeting thought that she didn’t deserve it. ‘Did you really have to cum inside me?’ Plane grumbled, brushing crumbs of the damned rock off her hands. Nymphia’s mouth dropped open at such a shameless remark. ‘Okay, sorry,’ Plane sighed, seeing her expression. ‘I just imagined having to wash your cum out of my ass and got upset.’ ‘But I’m not upset!’ Nymphia protested, kicking the boulder with her foot. ‘It’s not such a big deal. You really know how to ruin the mood,’ she pouted. ‘That’s not how I wanted to remember my first time with you.’ ‘Does it mean something special to you?’ Plane asked. ‘Yes,’ Nymphia replied. ‘Because you’re my second, after that instructor.’ ‘What?’ Plane exclaimed. ‘Second?’ ‘Yes, second!’ Nymphia answered irritably. ‘I didn’t know. Sorry,’ Plane softened. ‘I really enjoyed it. And it’s an honor that it was with the winner. How about you?’ ‘It felt nice to boss you around, but I missed you.’ ‘What do you mean, me?’ ‘I mean inside me. Like it was good, but not complete.’ ‘But you came,’ Plane said in confusion. ‘Guess where my hand was,’ Nymphia giggled. ‘Fuck, Nymphia,’ Plane laughed, lightly punching her arm. ‘You’re impossible.’ ‘You’re right,’ she sighed without the slightest hint of sadness. ‘I don’t want to change anything.’ ‘I’ll keep that in mind,’ Plane smiled and, taking Nymphia by the hand, headed toward the sea.