Fun With Portals

After several hours in her car, Rixxie Salith was ready to walk and stretch. She slipped out of her seat and stood with the driver's side door hanging open as she went through a series of motions that to anyone watching would seem like a warmup routine for gymnastics. That would be a decent assumption but if she was wearing her cheerleading uniform, it would be more obvious. Despite her eagerness to get inside it wouldn't do to go pulling a muscle when she wasn't even at a game or practice.

She should have stopped once or twice along the way but she was too excited. It had been months since she had been home and even longer since she had seen her sister and she was excited. She admired her sister and was looking forward to the long weekend. An fortuitous alignment of schedules (and just one little skipped class, it was ok, it was just math) and she had peeled out from the campus just after lunch and due to her lack of stops she was pulling in just at the golden hour.

She slammed the car door closed with a sway of her hips to bump it and pulled her backpack over her shoulder. It was stuffed with clothes and makeup and other necessities, enough for a longer weekend than she had planned on but that was due in part to her shoving things in with a fervor after a few exchanged text messages had set up the impromptu visit. The combination of the chance to get away from school for a few days and the chance for familial interaction lent her speed but not planning.

And so, as the sun set behind her, she strolled up the driveway and slipped in through the garage, banging open the door to the kitchen of the ranch-style home and expecting a hug from her sister as soon as she walked in. If she hadn't been so preoccupied with the fantasy, she would have seen that hers was the only car in the driveway and the house was silent. Not a TV or radio or stereo of any kind to cut through the sedate ticking of the old grandfather clock in the foyer.

"Luci?" She called out, expecting a response and growing frustrated when she didn't get one. She sighed and, readjusting her backpack over her shoulder, walked through the house to her room. The door wasn't shut fully, instead hanging open just a couple inches. She shouldered it open and dropped her bag on the floor at the foot of the bed. She took a moment to breathe deeply and appreciate the scent triggered pleasand=t scent-memories.

After a moment to take in her own private space, she noticed a box sitting in the middle of her bed. It was white with a silver ribbon tied around it. It looked about the size of a cellphone case and she made a soft 'ooo' sound and started to reach for it. The pressure in her bladder chose that moment to make itself known even more than the last half hour of driving and she stood still for a moment, trying to decide what to do. In the end, she felt that eliminating the distraction would be better so she rushed into the attached half-bath, stripping off her clothes and tossing them about as she did. She was just crossing over the threshold of the bathroom as she was stepping and partially tripping out of her panties. She tossed them in a corner and rushed to the toilet.

She reached down and, pinching her length between two fingers, aimed at the bowl while her other hand raised the lid. She timed it just right and exhaled in pure bliss as the pressure slowly drained out of her and she pissed long and loud into the water below. Once she felt mostly emptied she quickly switched as she peed from her female parts as well. She sat and enjoyed the release for several long moments before, with some jiggling and wiping with toilet paper, she was freshened up and she stood, flushing the toilet behind her without looking. Once she stood up she saw herself in the mirror and she took a moment to strike a few poses.

Rixxie did not consider herself vain, but she did take a moment to look herself over in the mirror. She tossed her head to the side a bit, watching her black hair sway back and forth a bit. She raised her hands to her chest and cupped her breasts, taking a moment to appreciate them. They were not massive but they filled her hands nicely and she sometimes found herself appreciating them a bit more than was strictly necessary. She glanced down at her sheath, the bright blue tip of her cock peeking free and she blushed, the redness even visible through her blueish-grey fur. She would be lying if she didn't say she liked all of herself, but even still she was a little embarrassed she had both female and male parts.

She turned off the light in the bathroom and went back in. The sun had mostly set by then so she needed to turn on the lights in her bedroom and she made a dash to the bed to see what the wrapped box was. She pulled on a strand of the tied ribbon and it came loose. She slid the wrapped off and opened the lid to see a pair of, honestly, rather gaudy looking bracelets or bangles of some kind. They looked like they were designed to be a knockoff apple product vent any sort of chafing. Underneath, there was a folded note. She set the box down and unfolded the note to read it.

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Dear Rixxie,

I am sorry I wasn't here to meet you. I had something come up with work and I won't be back

until Sunday night. I am so so sorry and I hope this present will, in a small way, make up for it.

Have fun!

Luci XOXO

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Rixxie deflated a bit, shoulders drooping. This was always a chance when they tried to meet up. Luciana was a powerful businesswoman and sometimes needed to be much more hands-on. She took a moment to pity herself but then looked back down at the box and the weird bangles inside. Tucked under where the note was she found a tightly coiled piece of paper that she unrolled and then unfolded and stared at for several long minutes. She counted three languages that she could recognize and while one of those was English, it didn't matter, though, as it was all such technical jargon that she couldn't make out much other than a couple words. The only one that stood out was the word 'portal'.

She tossed the paper aside and picked the rings up and tilted them all over trying to see if she could determine what they did. In her examination, one side of either of the two rings snapped tight against the other and it took some strong pulling to separate them again. She let them click together and pulled them apart a few more times before she shrugged and slipped them, still connected, over her wrist. Barely a second passed after they were on and the internal rings were touching her before the black portion revealed itself to be an LED screen and words started scrolling by. She barely caught a glimpse of them before her hand fell off.

Before her severed hand landed on the bed in front of her she started screaming. After her hand bounced once or twice she realized that it didn't hurt. After it stopped moving she noticed the faint blue glow coming out of her wrist and she looked at it like she was looking down the barrel of a gun. It shimmered and shifted like the surface of water but it was just opaque enough that she couldn't see her wrist through the bangle. After a few moments of staring she realized that the involuntary motions of her hand was still happening and she could feel her fingers plucking and grabbing at the blanket.

She reached out and picked up, with a quick swallow of confusion and a bit of stress, her severed hand and turned it around. That same blue glow was there and likewise she wasn't able to see what should be blood and bone and nerves. Just a flat surface obscured by the glow. This was all very overwhelming and she looked between her hand, her wrist, the dropped instructions and the note from her sister. Her eyes skimmed over the 'have fun' and everything suddenly clicked.

She moved her hand back to her wrist and she both heard and felt the two bangles click together. The screens both displayed the symbol of a lock and she tried touching it. The lights suddenly went off and so did the blue glow. She slid them off and smiled, licking her lips lightly as ideas popped into her head. She WAS going to have fun!

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After a very brief stop to dig through her backpack and take out the small bottle of lube she had tucked away with a couple of the dildos and vibrators she brought with her she was settled on her bed in a comfortable position. She did pack the necessities, after all. She leaned back on the pile of pillows she had arranged behind her and set the bangles aside. She was excited at what she had planned but she wasn't a power switch. She still needed some attention. One hand reached down to slide two fingers over her clit, rubbing small circles over it as she shivered, the other hand wrapped around her slowly growing length. She closed her eyes and just enjoyed slowly working herself up, her hand sliding along her length as it plumped up, sliding more and more free of her sheath. She pinched lightly at her clit and yipped lightly, another shiver going through her body.

Once she felt she was hard enough she opened her eyes and picked up the bangles. She was easily able to slide them over her tapered tip and the cool metal caused her cock to jump a bit in response before she got down to the base. She paused briefly and, if she had not been so focused on her new dream task, she would have thought about how much she was having to tug over her barely swollen knot. She was, however, fixated on the task at hand so after a few long moments of wriggling them back and forth, she got first one and then the other bangle over and she gasped as they bumped against each other and clicked, the blue glow returning and she watched as her cock fell off.

It would have been something out of a nightmare if she hadn't been expecting it. It still felt like her heart skipped a beat though as she picked it up. She could feel the motion of the air over her sensitive skin and it was mildly disorienting as she tilted it back and forth. She giggled and couldn't help but swish it around like a sword for a moment and she enjoyed the sensation of momentum. She only was distracted for a moment though before she eagerly moved on to her next experiment.

She slowly brought it up to her face, sniffing softly and enjoying the mingling of her musk and just the barest hint of her urine from earlier. She licked her lips again before kissing the tip. She felt silly doing it but she kissed it again, this time lingering a moment and parting her lips to kiss the smooth blue skin much less chastely. Her tongue darted out and she groaned at the feeling of the wetness sliding over the tip. She felt like she was working on a popsicle as she held her own cock in front of her and, a moment later, slipped her mouth over it. She groaned deeply as her soft, wet heat enveloped it. Being so able to control the position and depth was like being a master at giving and receiving a blowjob and she debated just doing that for the rest of the weekend.

With some regret she slowly pulled her length free from her mouth, sucking firmly on it as she did and leaving it practically bone dry as she did. She shivered again at how hard she was, a feeling that worked down from her shoulders all the way to her toes and she knew she was ready for what had been her biggest, most wild dream since twenty minutes ago. She grabbed the bottle of lube and upended it on her cock, twirling it around to coat it completely, letting it drip off on her blanket before she shifted her position, raising up on her knees.

She took a deep breath and moved her cock down until it was right under her, the tapered tip brushing over her folds causing her to gasp softly. She nestled that tip against her slit and hesitated only a moment more before she slowly sank down. She cried out instantly, overwhelmed by the feeling of filling and being filled at the same time, in the same space but not, her mind feeling like it couldn't handle what was happening. She had fucked and been fucked plenty, even at the same time, but this was different. She knew exactly where to move and how to push to line up every perfect spot. She sunk down lower and lower until she had to lay down. Her shoulders pressed into the mattress and she turned her head to the side so she could breathe. Her ass pointed to the sky and she reveled in the pleasure for what felt like years once she had hilted her own cock inside herself. She shuddered and her eyes clenched shut as an involuntary climax washed through her female parts, her pussy clenching tight around herself.

Panting heavily, she gave herself a moment to adjust to moving her wrists to thrust herself as deep as she could. She could feel her knot ballooning rapidly and she soon wasn't able to pull backwards anymore. She couldn't even fathom complaining though and she just thrust and ground her length within her tunnel, writhing about as she felt the strange disconnect of her internal testes clenching tight only for her release to burst from the cock in her hand, inside her cunt, the hot seed blasting inside her. She wasn't entirely sure, but she felt like she might have passed out. She couldn't have been out for very long though because her knot still kept her locked inside and she let go of the bangle that kept her from slipping even further inside. That, coupled with her knot, and she felt fuller and more content than she had in a long time.

After twenty minutes, she started to get concerned. Normally she would have started softening by now but she was rock hard as ever, her knot swollen fully and every shift and motion she made seemed to continue to stimulate her. When she rolled over to her back so that she could try to see the bangle attached to her groin she gasped and felt herself release again, thick jets of cum emptying into her womb. She panted heavily and held still for the next twenty minutes before she felt like she might be able to move without another involuntary orgasm took over her mind. Slow movements and a lot of tugging and fiddling with the bangle attached to her front resulted in nothing.

When she shifted to reach for the instructions again, hoping she could find something she missed the first time, she spent what felt like an eternity lost in the pleasure of her inner walls spasming and clenching around her cock. She was no superhuman so whatever she had in her, she was dry-firing now but with all the wetness and heat, she didn't care. The pleasure was still overwhelming. She felt like she should be worried, but every time she started to think down that route, her mind shut down and was replaced by the constant motion of her writhing, overwhelming climaxes.

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Sunday evening and, laying on a blanket damp with her sweat and constantly drooling folds, stinking of sex enough to fill the full house, finally having at least managed to be able to occasionally slowly make her way to get some water and something small to eat, she heard a voice call out, "RIX? ARE YOU HERE?" and her eyes shot open. She sat up quickly, which was a definite mistake, as she groaned loudly with another release. She hadn't cum in a few hours so her reserves had rallied and she felt the hot jets of seed spray inside her again and she shuddered through the pleasure.

"Back...ba.....back Huuuunnngghhhhh...eere...." She said, grunting her way through a response. The door swung open and her sister stood there for a moment, taking in the scene. The first thing that hit her was the overpowering smell of sex. If Luciana hadn't been able to see only her sister here, she would have thought an orgy was going on this very minute. The second thing she noticed was that her dear sister, sprawled out on the bed, had one of the portal rings she left for her, flashing yellow and firmly attached to her groin.

Luci rushed over and, carefully helping her up into a sitting position, couldn't help but feel a mixture of sympathy and absolute arousal as her sister clearly just had a powerful orgasm in her arms. She dug her fingers in and for a brief moment, thought only of taking off her expensive suit and joining her sister in this pleasure. She wasn't going to be that selfish though. She looked down at the quivering mess in her arms and saw that her stomach was swollen out like she had been through either a few thanksgiving dinners all at once or was barreling her way towards the second trimester of a hidden pregnancy.

She cooed softly and ran her fingers through her sister's sweaty hair, slipping in behind her until she held her in her in her lap, both their legs splayed out in front of them though her own reached much further thanks to her genetics as a maned wolf. She whispered soothing words in her sister's ear and said, "Do you need help, my love? Are you stuck?" and was rewarded with an emphatic nod followed by another grunt. She saw the base of her sister's cock pulse with release and she reached down to grip it firmly. "Ready? One....two...."

Three never happened as she pulled firmly. It wasn't actually difficult to free that throbbing cock, despite the heavily swollen knot at the base. Most likely Rixxie just didn't have the strength to do it herself. The motion caused her sister's back to arch and she cried out in another climax, her cock shooting thick pearly ropes of cum over both of them. Three, six, eight times those thick ropes plastered their supine forms before her sister groaned a different sound, one of relief as the last rope of seed gave way to the hot spray of urine. She practically melted in relief as her cock released a hot, sharp smelling arc of piss that drenched them both. Unseen by either of them, her other urethra also relieved itself, the wetness mingling with the torrent of two days of unstoppable climax. An ocean of cum poured free and her swollen stomach slowly deflated.

After several very long moments, letting her sister finish relieving herself, she brought that cum-drenched, iron-hard length to her mouth and, mirroring that first evening, wrapped her lips around it to practically swallow the length before slowly dragging it back, keeping her lips pursed to clean it of every speck of leftover slime before popping it free and expertly reattaching it to the other bangle. She pressed some button on it that was obvious to her and almost instantly Rixxie felt herself start to soften, her knot shrinking. She lay in her sister's arms panting heavily before she looked around at the absolute mess she had made and she whined, "I ruined your suit... I'm sorry!"

Rixxie just laughed and kissed her dear sister's forehead, "Mmm. You can make it up to me. Besides, I didn't like this suit anyway. It was out of fashion." She held her sister in her arms until they both fell asleep, dreaming of what they could do with the new toy next time they could get together. They both hoped it was much, much sooner this time.