'Twas the first day of Christmas, a dark and snowy night,
Yet at that very moment two got in a fight.
One went by the name Holly, the other was Eve.
And a great Christmas tale were they just 'bout to weave.
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"It's my turn," Holly said, a green dildo in hand,
"I say we use this dildo of a green brand!"
"It is my turn," Eve said, a red dildo in hand.
"This red dildo's better, it's best in the land!"
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Two heads on one body was their lives' cruel fate,
But 'twas the only life either's known since birthdate.
While they learned to cope with sharing legs, lungs, and heart,
They often would wish to spend one day apart.
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Both tried to get their way, both struggled and strain,
But only one dildo could a pussy contain.
So try as they could, neither rod got inside,
For even if they pushed the pussy was not wide.
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So against each other the two rods would rub,
Each girl waiting for other to fail, lose, or flub.
Alas, the fight ended when they both reached climax.
The fight was now over, but they couldn't relax.
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The day was now done, the girls under the sheets,
They lay in the bed, though still quite in heat.
If they had one wish, it was one day alone,
A day where each had their own body to own.
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The night was a cold one and the sky was quite clear.
The stars were so beautiful one could catch a tear.
Nothing was around them, was no one in sight,
So what could've caused such a thing on this night?
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The body of Holly and Eve started to spread,
Slowly but surely pushing away each head.
If told what just happened they'd believe it a joke,
But they'd surely believe it once they have awoke.
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'Twas the second day of Christmas, and it started with a scream.
They were sliced right in two, or so it would seem.
Their heads were far apart, so they thought their bod tore,
But somehow there wasn't any blood nor there gore.
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Each had her own arms, each had her own chest,
A body not partially controlled by some pest.
They thought they were lied to, like this was a dream.
For this to now happen had made their smiles beam.
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They seemed to be separate from what they could see.
"Incredible," is what Eve said. "You're not attached to me!"
"And you're not on me," Holly said with a smile.
They hoped at the least this could last for a while.
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Awhile it lasted, apart for the whole day.
They could do anything without someone in the way.
When they went to bed 'gain and waited for next sunrise,
They hoped the next day wouldn't end this surprise.
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'Twas the third day of Christmas, and the girls woke up fresh.
The two were still no longer in the same flesh.
They leapt awake hungry, so excited to eat,
Only to have trouble just getting a seat.
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"Move," each would say with a push of their ass,
Each trying to shove away the other lass.
They sat on one chair and over it they fought.
It could only fit one ass but get up they'd not.
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They only had one chair and never needed more.
They used to have one body, what would they need it for?
None expected an impact on an event like this.
It almost made a shared body something to miss.
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The day had gone by and it wasn't too great.
They spent most of it fighting and went to bed late.
Sure it went badly, but it wasn't all hell,
And maybe tomorrow will have all things be well.
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'Twas the fourth day of Christmas, an uncomfortable night,
As they finally realized the bed was quite tight.
They were so filled with bliss that they never noticed before,
Their bed wasn't built to hold two girls or more.
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This was a harsh problem with one simple fix:
One sleeps on the bed while the other sleeps with sticks.
But who would be where? They simply didn't know.
Neither wanted to leave the comfy bed though.
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When under the covers they'd push and they'd push,
They'd push on the breasts and they'd push on the tush.
They tried to get each other off of the bed,
But just ended up squishing each other instead.
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The fight was exhausting, but they didn't make a peep.
They slowly but silently fell fast asleep.
The day wasn't eventful, mostly under the covers.
The two embraced so tightly they even looked like lovers.
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'Twas the fifth day of Christmas, and tears filled their eyes.
Was this blessing just some secret curse in disguise?
Their backs ached from squeezing each other all night.
They could hardly walk even in the bright daylight.
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The refrigerator was empty, not even a drop,
Only one slice of bread and a little lollipop.
They were eating too quickly, they only bought food for one.
Now that they had two stomachs most of the food was done.
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So they had to go shopping, but one problem was clear:
Who would sit in the passenger's seat and who'd steer?
The two could drive well, albeit never tried apart,
And both of them wanted to be the first to start.
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The day had gone by and the car never moved,
And who could drive better was an argument never proved.
They fought as they tucked in and fought their way to sleep.
Their days were going awful, they felt like they could weep.
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'Twas the sixth day of Christmas and there was pain in the heart.
The two finally realized they needed time apart,
And luckily, last night before things got late.
Each girl had found herself their own separate date.
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And so on that day they each went their own way;
Eve went to the movies, and Holly by the bay.
The dates went by nice, each girl had a good time,
But the more it went on the less it felt sublime.
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It was the furthest apart the two had ever been,
The furthest they'd walked, the furthest they'd seen,
And while in most ways this all felt sublime,
It felt as if something was missing this time.
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They hung out 'til sunset and got home that night,
Fought over the bed again 'til they slept tight.
It all just felt wrong when not by each other's side,
But they never admitted it, for they simply lied.