'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.

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'Twas the seventh day of Christmas and they went out some more.
They were out most the day, from ten-thirty to four.
Holly to a restaurant and Eve to the zoo,
But Holly felt wrong, and Eve felt it too.

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This should have been better, this should have been great.
Her sister wasn't here to ruin this date.
She could be all alone, and nothing was wrong,
And yet every second just felt really long.

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Something felt missing, something wasn't right.
Even when eating Holly couldn't enjoy a bite.
The elephants had played but Eve couldn't care less.
But why did they feel that way? They couldn't guess.

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It felt like days went by but soon they got home;
The place where they wandered, the place where they roam.
They got back inside and went under the sheet,
And their hearts had grown larger with every large beat.

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'Twas the eighth day of Christmas, and the two stayed inside.
They had no place to go to, nor did they have a ride,
Not to mention that outside didn't have the best weather,
So they had to spend this day alone and together.

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The place was so quiet you'd hear a pin drop.
The quietest sounds would make a loud pop.
The time was still nice to the twins Eve and Holly.
Smiles went on their faces and made them quite jolly.

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It simply felt nicer to have your twin there,
Though they'd never admit to their twin that they care.
The air was quite warm to twins Holly and Eve.
It was like a warm bed they'd never want to leave.

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Sure, things were tough when they just shared one heart,
But something felt different since they were apart,
So there was one thing that they wondered that day:
"Is this really the way that we want to stay?"

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'Twas the ninth day of Christmas and the two were annoyed.
It was like the last day of good will was made void.
Each wanted to bring a boy back to their bed.
"Get out of here right now," is what they both said.

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The boys only watched as they battled each other,
A fight more intense than the feelings in a lover.
Breasts crumbled each other with a strength just unreal,
And a surge in their breasts each attack made them feel.

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They fought over and over until the boys bore.
They left since they thought the two girls simple whore.
The girls didn't noticed and just battled away,
And they just fought like this for the entire day.

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They didn't take it well, they cried and they wept.
They glared at each other before the two slept.
The separation only brought suffering and pain.
The source of it right next to where each girl lain.

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'Twas the tenth day of Christmas, time to set up a tree.
Sure it was quite late but why wouldn't they be?
The split made them busy and left them in shock,
To the point they forgot they had one tree to dock.

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The tree wasn't big, it was really quite small.
It wasn't too flashy, it wasn't too tall.
It had to lean against a wall or it'd easily fall,
But to Holly and Eve it was best of them all.

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They did not expect any presents or gift,
And the tree was quite heavy and difficult to lift,
But this was a time that made them feel close,
Connected to each other from heads to their toes.

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So it just made them wonder and think deep in their hearts,
Were they better together or are they better apart?
They wanted to be close but each thought her sis a bother.
They wanted to be together but'd never tell each other.

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'Twas the eleventh day of Christmas and the two had felt hot.
Have sex or masturbate these past few days they'd not.
They reached for a dildo, they wanted one so bad.
But grabbing the same one did not make them glad.

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"It's mine," Holly said. "I grabbed it first!"
To think someone else had grabbed it was the worst.
"No I did," Eve said. "This dildo is mine!"
It was pulled to her pussy, trying to make it align.

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Holly did the same and tried to pull it her way,
And the two fought over the large dildo all day.
Back and forth they pulled, only touching the tip,
Trying to pull the rod out of such a tight grip.

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Their pussies came together, closer bit by bit.
It was a while until one clit touched a clit.
The two screamed in ecstasy, it felt quite intense.
They froze for a moment, the air in suspense.

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But they wouldn't stop now, no they wouldn't quit.
Even if they felt a great throb in their clit.
As they fought over one large and pleasurable rod,
Something happened to them that was just a bit odd.

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Their legs seemed to meld like two pieces of clay,
Swallowing each other 'til just one pair stay.
Two pussies came together and fused with a snap,
The dildo went inside so sudden with a clap.

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Each held on the back, still fighting for control,
Struggling as their bodies started becoming one whole.
The fusion spread up to the top of their chest,
And left them in the way that they simply loved best.

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And then the two came and the pleasure in them burst.
If they ranked every orgasm this had to be first.
The feeling was great and the pleasure was sublime,
And each got to share with her sister this time.

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'Twas the twelfth day of Christmas and the day was quite swell.
One could hear the birds chirping and the sounds of a bell.
The snow was quite bright and one'd only hear cheer,
Unless a house with certain twins you were near.

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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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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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One may look at this and think of it a curse,
For two heads on one body was certainly worse,
But even despite this the two didn't think it bother,
For they'd rather not ever be separate from each other.

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