Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience.
 
 Author: Honey Moon
Title: Abby's Christmas Magic
Keywords: futa, herm, magic, portals, nc, selfcest, impregnation, incest
Summary: Abby Rhode had her life planned.  Accepted into the Air Force
Academy, she was set to live her dream.  The lovely futa longed to lose her
virginity first though.  Just before Christmas she meets someone who can
help.  Armed with a witch's portal spell, Abby plans on bagging a fertile
virgin pussy.  She'll learn Christmas Day that things never work out the
way they do in online sex stories.



   Abby's Christmas Magic By Honey Moon









   Abigail Scholarly Rhode, Abby, to her few friends, was indulging in her
favorite past time.  "She's a hottie!" she whispered as a busty older woman
passed the window of the coffee shop.



   "What's that, sweetheart?" her mother asked before taking another sip of
her latte.



   Abby hadn't meant to say that out loud!  Her mother did not favor public
displays of her daughter's obvious orientation.  So many narrow minded
people would talk!  Thinking fast, she brought the conversation back to an
old favorite subject.  "Uh, why did you saddle me with such a dumb name?  I
don't even like the Beatles, mom!"



   Her mother raised an eyebrow.  "Darling, be thankful I gave you an
English name.  Your aunt campaigned long and hard for me to name you after
her."



   "Rue Morgue Rhode?" Abby shuddered.  "Forget I said anything!  I love
aunt Rue, but she sounds like a character from the Addams Family!  Besides,
Rue means road.  That's a redundant pun!"



   "Repetitive, too." The older woman smiled.  "I could have named you
Amber, after me."



   "At least only history buffs would get the stupid historical road pun in
YOUR name!"



   "Oh hush!" Amber looked at her watch.  "I'm off now, sweetheart." She
winked at her lovely seventeen year old daughter.  "Don't try following me
now.  I have to finish my Christmas shopping, and I don't want you
snooping. Santa wouldn't like that."



   "Mother please, I'm not a little kid any more.  I know you supply the
Christmas presents.  I've known for almost six years!" She giggled and gave
her mother a wink.  "Besides, Santa already knows what I want!"



   Amber laughed with her daughter.  "That's fine dear.  Now, are you sure
you don't need a ride home?"



   "Mom, I'm perfectly capable of taking the train or bus!  Now don't worry
about me, and go enjoy your one true love...Shopping!"



   "I should resent you making me sound so shallow, but I simply must make
the sale at Nordstrom!"



   Abby watched as her mother hustled off.  The beautiful blonde seemed
oblivious to all the male heads she turned as she charged out of the coffee
shop.  Every eye in the place seemed locked onto the sway of her hips as
the curvy woman sashayed out the door and back into the mall proper.  Mom
would insist on wearing such a short jacket over one of her vintage
dresses. Good Grief.  The sight of that firm round ass making gentle figure
eights as she walked could cause traffic accidents!



   "It's too bad these poor jerks don't stand a chance with her." Abby
muttered as she fidgeted in her seat.  There was no way mom would ever
consider leaving the woman Abby knew as aunt Rue!  They had been married
long before the laws changed to actually permit such a loving bond and
finally let her mother publicly take the name of Rhode.  That was why mom
was so wary of Abby drawing attention to her orientation.  The world was
still too full of puritanical fools and downright evil judgmental creeps
that would love to cause trouble for anyone whose life didn't fit their
neat little molds.



   The redhead stayed seated at the coffee shop until long after she
finished her drink.  Thinking of mom and aunt Rue together had its usual
effect.  Abby had to wait for her erection to lose interest before she got
up.  She had forgotten to strap herself down, and would have made quite a
spectacle of herself, running around with a big tent in her skirt!



   Abby just wandered the mall for a while, enjoying the hustle and bustle
of Christmas shoppers.  She was an old hand at girl watching, and unlike
the leering of most guys, could indulge in her passion without raising
suspicion in the minds of the lovely females she adored.  "Damn, I'd love
to lose my virginity before Christmas!" she whispered to herself while
casually entering a lingerie shop.



   Abby loved to quietly observe beautiful women buying pretty bras and
panties.  That was something guys could NEVER get away with!  Abby just had
to make some small purchase, and nobody would be the wiser at her gathering
of memories to fuel her nightly masturbation sessions.  Heck, sometimes she
risked it and went for a quick rub and tug in the ladies room right in the
mall.  It was safe enough, as long as she used the handicapped stall and
kept a handkerchief stuffed in her mouth to muffle the moans.



   She sighed, whispering to herself.  "I'd really love to "do it" before
entering the Air Force Academy"



   "May I help you?" a very sexy saleswoman asked, causing Abby to nearly
jump out of her shoes.



   "Um, j-just browsing!" she gasped, before hurrying out of the store.



   Trying not to run, the flustered redhead made her escape.  "This is
stupid!" she scolded.  "All the futanari in Japanese cartoons and internet
fap stories just take what they want!" she lowered her voice.  "Why do I
get so nervous around pretty girls?  I should just grab someone in the
ladies room, and screw her in a stall!" Abby's face went flush, and her
stupid cock twitched and throbbed to attention.



   Shaking her head, the teen tried to force her intense fantasies of
glorious non-consensual breeding sex out of her mind.  "I gotta watch that
now that I was accepted!  The Academy has a strict morals code, and they
won't even consider anyone with dependants!" she sighed.  "When I finally
get lucky, I had better make damn sure to use a condom!  I don't want any
little mommy to squeal and tell them I'm a daddy, or sire, or whatever you
call it.  The brass will know I have a dick since I passed my physicals. 
They'd kick me right out if they discovered I knocked some girl up." She
couldn't help a little grin.  "At the very least, I better make fuckin'
sure she'll never be able to identify me!  I wonder where I can get some
date rape drugs.  It's a darn good thing my DNA isn't in anyone's data
banks!  One little slip and they'll toss me out.  I'll never become an
astronaut."



   Coat buttoned tight, the teen walked to the train station.  As with her
mother, Abby was oblivious to the plentiful male attention her lovely face,
blazing red hair, and long shapely legs drew.  Thankfully it was winter. 
Her coat helped hide her ample bust from those staring hungry eyes.



   She jumped when a hand slapped against her backside.  Spinning around,
she looked down into the laughing eyes of Lisa Chow, her classmate and only
close real friend.  "Hey Abs, you gotta keep aware of your surroundings."
The lovely girl said cheerfully.  "I called your name twice, but you didn't
even hear me."



   "Hey yourself, pip-squeak." The redhead answered, thankful that her
petite friend had no idea that she had been practically drooling over the
attractive mother and daughter she had been stalking, uh, walking behind.
"I just have a lot on my mind."



   "Pip-squeak?" The beautiful raven haired girl stood tall, as tall as her
four foot eight build would allow.  "I should be angry at that, but I know
the score.  You're just jealous that I'm every guy's walking wet dream! 
Who would look at a big titty redhead if there's a seventeen year old China
doll around, who could pass herself off as a delicious little loli ten year
old?"



   "Holy shit Lisa, you're a damn pervert!" Abby gasped, grateful that her
heavy coat hid the sudden rise of her ten inch penis.  After all, Lisa
wasn't just a guy's wet dream star!



   "Sorry Abs." She grinned wickedly.  "I forget how much of a puritan you
are." She laughed.  "You're still coming, right?"



   Abby's embarrassment was real.  "You should have heard my mom!" She
continued in a snooty voice.  "You simply must stop reading those dusty old
books.  There is more to a young woman's life than studying.  Make some
friends!" She grimaced.  "When she found out your New Year's bash was a
slumber party for just a few classmates that sealed the deal."



   "Dammit, being in an all girl school sucks!" Lisa grabbed Abby's hands.
"Just don't breathe a word about mom and dad going out!  They have their
own party to go to!  Colleen says she can get her hands on the key to her
mother's liquor cabinet and I'm throwing in three bottles of rice wine
someone sent daddy.  They didn't know he only drinks American beer and
Kentucky whiskey since he became a citizen."



   Abby grinned, the ghost of an idea forming in her fevered imagination.
Lisa was so tiny; it wouldn't take much to get her totally passed out
drunk. If she stayed sober while the other girls got smashed too, and if
she was very lucky, perhaps she could arrange some quality time with her
friend during the sleepover!  Her cock throbbed at the idea.  Nobody would
ever know!  She'd just be sure to bring along a package of condoms so she
wouldn't leave a mess behind to worry her friend the next morning, or more
importantly, in nine months.  "Lisa, I bet I can swipe a bottle of Vodka
from my aunt Rue.  She thinks I don't know where she and mom stash the good
stuff!"



   "Good deal!  I'll see you later.  I've got shopping to finish!"



   Abby watched as her friend hurried off.  "I wonder what she'd say if she
knew just how much Asian porn I watch, pretending it's her.  Too bad I can
never admit what I am to her!" With a sigh, she continued on her way.



   Hurrying on to the train station, she caught something out of the corner
of her eye.  Stopping, she turned and stared at a little shop.  Just
yesterday it had been dark and vacant.  Now, it was a brightly lit used
book store.  Abby laughed at the sign in the window.  "Life Before
E-readers" was a great name for a used book store!  Her eyes wandered to a
card mounted on the door.  "Psychic readings by appointment only." She
laughed again.  "You have got to be kidding me!" She went in anyway, having
a weakness for the printed word.



   Abby smiled at the rather attractive older woman shelving books.  She
was in her late fifties, maybe even early sixties, but had the tight
youthful body of someone who took good care of herself, and enjoyed plenty
of vigorous healthy exorcise.  Her long black hair had a rather stunning
streak of such pure white; it glistened almost like silver beneath the
overhead lighting.  While not quite as large as Abby's bust, the woman's
breasts filled out the tastefully tacky Christmas sweater she wore quite
nicely.  Abby didn't think the woman was wearing a bra judging by that
quivering bounce, and yet they rode as high and proud as her own.  Snug
fitting skinny jeans tucked into the tops of thigh high boots gave the
woman a sort of casual sexy look that suited her well.



   When the woman turned to pick up a book, the teen's heart thumped. 
Damn, now that was an ass!  Abby's hands gave an almost imperceptible
twitch as she suppressed the urge to actually reach out and cup those firm
round cheeks.  MILF or GILF, Abby certainly wouldn't kick her out of bed
for eating crackers!  Keeping the smile on her face, the teen indulged in a
sort of hobby.  Any time she saw any shop or stand claiming that the
proprietor had any kind of psychic ability, she did the same thing.



   Picking up a random book, Abby pretended to flip through it, while
thinking hard of every vile disgusting thing she could imagine.  Just when
she began to concentrate on the woman letting a big smelly goat fuck her
asshole in the middle of the busy street, the woman spun around and slapped
her face!



   Stunned, Abby dropped the book and staggered back to fall over a
stepping stool provided for shorter customers.  "What the fuck was that
for, you bitch?" she stammered while sitting on the floor.  Putting a hand
to her cheek, she could actually feel heat radiating from the sore stinging
flesh.  "I should call the cops on you!"



   "You're a vulgar little child!" The woman shook her head.  "Is that what
you young people learn about while twittering and frittering away your
lives on the facebook?



   "What are you talking about?" Abby asked, suddenly feeling a bit
frightened.  "I didn't do anything!"



   "Young lady, I may have many interests, but a bestial rendezvous is not
one of them!"



   "W-What did you say?" The teen asked softly while rubbing her cheek.



   The woman crossed the shop and began rummaging through a stack of old
vinyl records.  Abby's blood ran cold when the woman began to sing in a
clear sweet voice.  From years of teasing, she recognized the lyrics
instantly.  "Here come old flattop, he come grooving up slowly, he got
joo-joo eyeball, he one holy roller.  He got hair down to his knee.  Got to
be a joker he just do what he please."



   Returning, the woman handed Abby an album.  "You, you didn't just do
that!" she gasped, looking at the iconic image of the four Beatles walking
single file across the world famous pedestrian crosswalk.  "Someone,
someone told you my name, right?"



   "No child, I knew nothing of you until you walked into my shop and
insulted me."



   "I don't believe you!"



   "That's up to you." The woman's steely gray eyes flashed.  "Tell me
child, if we have a white Christmas, will you write your name in the snow?"



   The album fell from Abby's suddenly trembling fingers.  "What did you
say?" she repeated herself, while scrambling to her feet.  Fear gripped
her. Was this old bat going to blackmail her?



   "Calm yourself, child.  This old bat has no wish to declare secrets that
are not hers to disclose."



   Not quite convinced, the teen backed away from the smiling woman.  "You,
you really do know, don't you?"



   The woman sighed.  "Yes child.  It is your own fault though.  Usually I
just get a few stray surface thoughts.  While you were concentrating so
very hard on filth, I got several clear flashes of you standing naked over
the unholy union you imagined, while frantically stroking your member."



   "Shut up!" Abby hissed, looking all around as if expecting people to pop
out of the bookshelves.  "Don't ever say that out loud!"



   "Abigail, calm down." The woman smiled.  "Do you think anyone would
believe me if I told of what I saw in such a sweet innocent girl's mind?"



   "I suppose not." The teen took a deep breath.  "Wow!  You should go on
TV!  You could be rich and famous!"



   The woman laughed.  "I have what money I need.  I won the lottery
several years ago.  I work for pleasure, not for gain.  As for being
famous, I think not.  Throughout history, those with the gift have never
fared well.  Remember the Salem Witch trials?"



   "This is fantastic!" Fast forgetting her fear, Abby smiled.  "Hi, I'm
Abby, but I guess you know that.  What's your name?"



   "You may call me Amara."



   "Okay Amara." Abby looked around.  "Can you do more than read minds?"



   "Child, I can do MUCH more than simple mental parlor tricks!"



   "Show me!"



   Amara thought for a moment.  "Since we each have our little secret, I
shall trust you to keep mine, as I will keep yours." She went to the door
of her shop and turned the lock.  Flipping her hand lettered sign to
closed, she drew the shade.  "Come child.  Come and see a wonder!"



   Abby was thrilled!  Magic was real!  This was the most exciting thing
that ever happened to her since she tore open the registered envelope and
learned she had been accepted into the Air Force Academy!  She followed
Amara up a narrow flight of stairs to the small apartment above the shop.
She giggled when she saw what was sitting on a small table before a rather
old leather sofa.  It was an actual crystal ball, resting on a stone base
carved to look like some fearsome animal's claws.  The glittering sphere
was the size of a bowling ball!  "What is that, HD?  Can you really tell
fortunes with that thing?" she asked with a grin.



   Amara let a hand caress the crystal surface.  "Technology is not the
only means of communication, child!  Now look!"



   The grin froze on Abby's face when she saw her mother busy shopping
within the now glowing crystal.  "Oh wow!  Those are the boots I wanted! 
Mom's the greatest!  This is even better than TV!"



   Amara laughed.  "Actually, I can observe television broadcasts as well.
I don't like to miss my stories."



   "Can you see my future in it?"



   "Yes, but the image is not nearly as, uh, HD as past, present, or
broadcast television images."



   "Then you really can see the future?" Abby clapped her hands.  "You have
to tell me something about mine!"



   Waving her hands slowly about the orb, Amara peered into the sphere. 
Eyes wide in disbelief, she opened her mouth to speak.  Changing her mind,
she cleared the image.  Turning her head, she coughed, to hide her
disapproval of what she had seen.  "You will live a long and healthy life."
She said rather sharply.  "Happiness can also be yours, but only if you
make the right choices."



   "Oh come on now!  It was too fast.  I didn't get to see anything." Abby
protested.  "That fortune is so vague it isn't funny.  Do I get to go into
space?  Will I be in on the return to the moon?"



   "Perhaps a later reading will reveal more." The woman shook her head as
if dismissing something unpleasant.  "Suffice it to say you should avoid
taking the wrong steps in the next few weeks."



   "Oh, okay already.  When can I come back for another reading?" Looking
around, Abby noted some rather ancient books lining the shelves along one
wall.  Intermingled throughout was a strange mix of old murder mysteries
and much more recent fantasy and science fiction novels.  "So, what else
can you do?" she asked curiously.



   The older woman eyed Abby closely while she thought.  "Yes, perhaps it
would be for the best if I did show you something." She sighed as she made
up her mind.  "I can reach across space and retrieve any small item I may
choose."



   "Oh, show me that!" Abby said excitedly.  "Is it like telekinesis?  Can
you move things with your mind?" She blinked, noting the scattering of
Steven King books her hostess also had on her shelves.  "You're not a
Firestarter, are you?"



   "No, nor is my name Carrie, and I won't bake you a strawberry pie!" The
woman laughed.  "Now sit child.  Close your mouth and open your mind."



   Sitting on the sofa, Abby watched as Amara removed the crystal and set
it heavily on the floor.  She placed a large sheet of drawing paper on the
table, knelt, and picked up a small stump of charcoal.  "I could make the
runes and markings permanent, but this table is rather dear to me.  It's
nearly four hundred years old, and I have no wish to mar the beautiful
finish my father, um, the long ago craftsman achieved."



   The teen watched as her hostess began to draw a large circle on the
paper.  "That looks like something from "Full Metal Alchemist".  Are you
going to transmute matter?"



   "Hush!" Amara closed her eyes and thought a moment.  "I need to chant
the proper spell.  It's been a while, so I had better consult the proper
tome." Giving Abby a strange sad look, she rose gracefully from her knees
and crossed to the shelf.  Shortly she returned with a heavy old volume.



   "Can anyone use those?" Abby asked as Amara flipped through the pages.



   "Most women would be able to, if they only opened their minds and
believed.  The secrets have been lost to time, since the spells were
separated from the runes needed to activate them." She paused and looked
sadly at the young woman watching her.  "Are you sure you want to see this?
Perhaps there is another way."



   "No, that is unless you really can't!" The teen grinned.  "ESP is one
thing.  I doubt if you can really perform magic!"



   Hardly glancing at the book, Amara began to recite.  The sing-song chant
went on for nearly a minute.  Suddenly, the circle in the center of the
diagram began to shimmer.



   "Holy cats!" Abby gasped.  The paper fluttered slightly as a gentle
breeze wafted from what now appeared to be a four inch wide hole.  Daylight
was shining through.  Bending over the table, Abby saw the branches of a
tree.  Dropping to her knees, she looked under the table.  It was solid
wood underneath.  She even rapped her knuckles painfully against it to be
sure.  "Am, am I really seeing what I think I'm seeing?" she asked softly,
returning her gaze to the paper portal.



   "That child is a cherry orchard I once visited in Japan."



   "It's not just an illusion?  That's really an actual real portal?"



   "Go ahead child.  Reach in.  You will come to no harm." Her voice
dropped to a low husky drawl.  "No one will be the wiser.  Go ahead.  Pluck
yourself a sweet ripe cherry through the portal."



   Doing as she was told, the teen slipped her hand through the opening. 
Fingers trembling, she lightly grasped a cherry and gave a quick little
tug. She felt a slight resistance, but claimed her prize as resistance gave
way and the stem parted from the branch.  "I, I did it!  It was just like
you said!  I plucked a Japanese cherry!" She bit into it and smiled.  "It
tastes good!" That's when she almost choked.  Yes, she had plucked a
cherry! Several nasty stories came to the forefront of her mind.  Erotic
science fiction stories and Japanese comic books that involved people
miss-using portals for their own personal sexual gratification.  Could she
use this to "POP" a cherry as well?



   Amara stared at Abby as the child absent mindedly chewed, daintily spit
out the pit, and swallowed.  She sighed as the girl so obviously responded
to her not so subtitle innuendo.  Just as that cherry stone could grow a
whole tree, she had just planted an idea in the unique girl's mind.  "Do
you believe I can cast spells?" she said softly.



   "Oh yes!" Abby grabbed the woman's hands.  "Does this work on anything?
How do you focus in on a target?  Will it stay locked on if the target
tried to run away, um, I mean moved?  Please, you have got to pick a new
target!" Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "This could be the answer to all
my problems!"



   Amara sighed again.  Should she go through with this?  Was it worth the
risks to help cleanse the young woman's mind of such darkly sinful desires?
"Child, I can see within you.  I know what problem you wish to alleviate. I
can not allow you take such advantage of another young woman!  I will not
target an innocent girl to become your carnal plaything!"



   The teen blushed.  "Then teach me how to do it!" she snapped.  "You know
I'm a freak.  This is like a dream come true!  I can lose my virginity, and
nobody will ever know it was me!" Eyes closing to slits, she went on in a
quiet calm voice.  "I'll tell everyone you're a witch if you don't teach me
how to use this spell."



   "No, I can't let you do that." Amara said quietly, making no move to
stop her young guest.



   Abby yanked her iPhone from her coat pocket, and began to make a video
recording of the portal.  She stuck her hand back through and turned the
device as far as she could in every direction.  She almost laughed when she
saw a young Japanese man on the phone's screen.  There must have been a
festival going on.  He was dressed like a peasant, and wore those curious
old fashioned glasses that relied on a silken cord tied behind the head,
instead of actual metal or plastic earpieces.  He stared in pure terror at
what must have been a disembodied hand up in a tree.  Then she pulled her
hand back out and focused on the pages of the open book.  "I'll post this
all over the internet!  Somebody will believe me!  I bet within a few days
people will be knocking down your door to learn all of your secrets!  Teach
me this one spell, or you'll be going viral!"



   Abby didn't notice that Amara didn't look scared or upset.  The older
woman simply sighed.  "Let it be on your own head, child." She said softly.
"Do you have any artistic ability?  Can you draw?"



   Abby picked up the bit of charcoal, looked at it, and tossed it aside.
Instead she rummaged through her coat pockets until she found one of her
ever present fine line markers.  Concentrating, she commenced to rapidly
sketch on a blank corner of the portal paper.  In moments she had drawn
Twilight Sparkle giving Princess Celestia's long slender horn a blowjob. 
She even drew an insert showing an X-ray view of the Princess's horn
shooting magical sparkles down Twilight's tight grasping throat.  "My rule
34 art is very popular on 4Chan." She bragged.  "People love when I draw
their favorite female characters with a dick as big as mine!"



   Amara shook her head.  "That's filthy, but you do have the talent needed
to render the runes.  I will teach you a lesson."



   "Oh, thank you!" Abby gushed, missing the almost sinister connotation of
that simple six word sentence.  "When can we start?"



   Amara sighed.  "Come back tomorrow, and I'll teach you how to control
the portal to gain your just deserts."



   Abby looked at her crookedly.  "You aren't trying to weasel out now, are
you?"



   "Child, I give you my word.  I said I'd teach you a lesson, and I will
teach you a lesson!"



   "This is fantastic!" Abby shook the woman's hand and grinned.  "I'll be
back tomorrow at noon.  See you then!"



   When the teen had left, Amara shook her head.  "I must save that poor
child." The latent presence of the girl was still in the room.  That and
the glove Amara had deftly pick-pocketed as the girl was leaving, and one
long shimmering red hair she had left behind would be enough.  Setting up a
surprisingly modern digital video camera, she focused in on her crystal.



   Amara forced herself to watch as she recorded the teen's possible
future. The redhead carried a smaller girl into a bedroom obviously
belonging to someone who had only just left girlhood, to embrace the life
of a young woman.  Placing the beautiful Asian onto the bed, the witch's
young acquaintance stared down on her dainty slumbering friend.  "Oh, don't
do it." She breathed, as the redhead slowly unbutton the prone girl's form
fitting jeans, and pulled them down shapely but almost childlike legs.



   Feeling undeserved guilt as her own body responded, Amara couldn't tear
her eyes away as Abby gently ran her fingertips over the unconscious girl's
thighs to finally slip inward and lightly touch the sweet delicate lips
between.  "Please child, let it end there." The witch breathed, but it was
useless.  She already knew how this shade of what could yet be would play
out.



   Amara just shook her head as Abby unbuttoned and slipped out of her
skirt.  The redhead fumbled at some form of harness about her waist, and
then it sprang free.  "Merciful stars above!" the witch gasped.  She had
known many men as her long life played out on this Earth, but few of them
could compete with the thick ten inch organ protruding from this lovely
girl's loins.  "I had thought her size in the nasty imaginings she saw fit
to inflict on me was just her ego distorting the image." The woman gasped.
"The child is going to try and force that into an unprepared virgin?  How
could she be so thoughtless?"



   Face flushed, Amara had to force herself to keep breathing normally as
the redhead kicked off a shoe, and bent to retrieve a small square package
from within.  "At least she thought that much of her friend." The witch
whispered as Abby tore open the package and then inexpertly rolled the
condom down the length of her shaft.



   After only a moment's pause, the sheathed hermaphrodite climbed onto the
bed.  Scrambling over the Asian, she used her knees to lever the prone
girl's legs wider apart and placed the rubber clad head of her cock at the
still girl's vagina.  Amara flinched as Abby entered her friend with a
sudden swift thrust of her hips.



   The slumbering girl's stillness was shattered in that instant.  Her eyes
opened wide, and she let out a scream!  "Abby no!" she cried, as she
slapped at the thrusting rutting redhead.  "Oh God, you hurt me!"
Understanding dawned.  "That's a dick!  Oh my God!  You're a boy!"



   Abby moaned.  "No, I'm a girl!  I just have a penis!  Lisa, you feel so
good inside!"



   "Get it out!  Oh God, get it out of me!" Lisa wailed.  "Help, somebody
help me!"



   "Quiet!" the redhead hissed.  She picked up a pillow and tried to put it
over the struggling girl's mouth.  "Lisa, keep still!  You'll like this! 
Please, let me finish!  You're so tight!  It feels so good!"



   That's when the door burst open.  "Oh fuck!" a pretty blonde shouted. 
"What the hell are you doing?"



   Lisa screamed again.  "Get her off of me!  He, she, she's raping me!"
The girl cried, words muffled as the pillow descended to cover her mouth.



   "Oh, you sick bitch!" The blonde lunged forward, and a couple more girls
rushed in.  "That nerd girl cunt is trying to kill Lisa!  Let's get her!"



   The blonde grabbed a fist full of Abby's long red hair.  Giving a sharp
tug, she snapped back the still thrusting girl's head.  The others helping,
they swiftly pulled Abby from Lisa, and dragged her off of the bed.  Amara
couldn't help staring at the twitching jerking staff as the condom
ballooned out and filled with a truly massive amount of thick white liquid.
The condom burst, and spattered the rescuing girls with gooey semen.



   "Oh my God, she's a dick-girl freak, like from one of those disgusting
Japanese cartoons my brother thinks nobody knows he faps to!" The blonde
wiped at the slime on her silk blouse in obvious disgust.  "Lisa, call the
fuckin' cops!  We'll take care of the monster until they get here!"



   "No, wait!" Abby cried, but it was no use.  The blonde balled up a fist
and smashed it right into the redhead's mouth before she could utter
another word.



   The dam broke.  Three healthy fit teenage soccer playing girls encircled
Abby.  Fists flew as they pummeled the panting moaning hermaphrodite.  When
she dropped to her hands and knees, they began kicking her with all the
force years of wholesome sports had given them.



   "Lisa, make `um stop!" Abby moaned indistinctly through swollen and
bleeding lips.  Her gasping plea fell on deaf ears.



   Hand shaking, Lisa picked up her bedside phone.  Turning away from her
former friend, she punched nine-one-one.  "Please, send someone quick!" she
said in a wooden voice.  "I, someone, someone raped me!"



   Amara couldn't stand watching any more.  She waved her hand and the
crystal shimmered, changing the scene to outside on a cold winter night. 
There was Abby, still wearing only one shoe while being dragged away in
handcuffs.  Her once beautiful face was battered and swollen, sporting two
black eyes and a bloody nose.  She had a blanket wrapped around her,
somewhat hiding the fact that she was still naked from the waist down.



   Next, the witch focused on the paramedics wheeling a young Asian girl
away to the waiting ambulance.  The lovely girl's soft sobs were heart
breaking.  After that, she recorded the detectives talking to the soccer
playing avengers.



   Their testimony was damning.  A statuesque woman with hair just as long
and red as Abby's looked sickened at what she was hearing.  She turned to
her partner.  "Bobby, I can't deal with this.  She's family.  I can't be
involved with arresting her.  People will accuse me of trying to cover it
up."



   "I got it Rue." He sighed.  "You better get home and break it to your
wife before the press gets a hold of this."



   As the detective stormed off, a shivering Abby looked up from where the
uniformed officers were handing her into a squad car.  "Aunt Rue!  I swear
I didn't hurt her!  I even used a condom!" she wailed, blood shining
brightly on her chin as it flowed from a split lip.  "It wasn't my fault!
She wasn't supposed to wake up!  If she stayed passed out, nobody would
ever have known anything happened!"



   The detective spit on the ground at the girl's feet as she strode past.
"See that she gets checked out, and then isolate her after booking." She
snapped at the officers.  "You've seen her, uh, difference.  She might not
make it out alive if anyone knows what she's done!"



   Amara sighed at those prophetic words.  She waved her hand again, and
the image changed to a lonely battered young woman in a holding cell.  The
teen had insisted she was okay except for her spectacular but non life
threatening facial lacerations.  She had refused any form of medical aid.
Now her breathing was labored, and sweat beaded her flushed face.



   Nobody was there to see her slip off of the stainless steel bench and
sink to the floor.  By the time the guards checked on her, it was too late.
The coroner's inquest would later clear the three young soccer players of
any wrong doing.  Abby's death due to a ruptured spleen and damaged kidneys
would simply be declared a direct result of her heinous crime.



   Amara wiped her eyes and blew her nose after pulling the memory card
from the camera.  "It will be a harsh lesson child, but I think you are
worthy of saving.  I hope this recording will enable you to forgive me for
directing your life path away from such a ruinous end."



   Abby hurried home, filled with good cheer.  She was gonna gat laid!  She
was very soon going to be able to sink her cock into a warm snug pussy! 
Whistling a snipped of "Frosty the Snowman" she used her key and let
herself in and shouted happily.  "Hi aunt Rue!" when she spotted her
beloved sire wrapping a Christmas gift.  It looked so funny when she
panicked and tried to hide what she was doing.



   "Hey kiddo how goes the day?" the elder redhead said while hastily
taping up wrapping paper.



   "Simply wonderful!" Abby laughed as she pulled off her coat.



   Looking at her daughter, Rue clucked her tongue.  "Abigail, you know
better that that." She chided not unkindly.  "You know we shouldn't go
around flaunting our little secret.  There are still too few futanari in
the world for any of us to show off so shamelessly."



   Face nearly as red as her hair, Abby clutched her coat to her midsection
to hide the obvious tilt of her skirt.  "Oh shit!  Sorry aunt Rue!  I
forgot to strap down when mom and I went shopping!"



   "Watch the language, kiddo." Smiling to take the sting out of the words,
she continued.  "Don't forget, I know what you're going through.  Our
drives are so much stronger than any males.  I've been there myself lots of
times.  I'd be the talk of the force if I didn't take pains not to show off
my boner every time I interviewed some scantily clad hooker or drunken club
girl."



   "But you have mom to come home to!" Abby blurted out.  "I'll never have
someone I can be myself with!"



   "Abby, you know that's pure nonsense." Rue went to the flustered girl
and gave her a quick hug, being careful not to press her daughter's penis
against her body.  "I thought the same thing while I was growing up, and
look how things turned out."



   "That was just pure dumb luck!  You and mom got assigned the same dorm
room in college!"



   Rue sighed.  "I'm going to tell you something I've never told a single
soul.  To this day, your mother and I never even discuss it." She sat on
the sofa, and patted the cushion beside her.



   "Aunt Rue, I already know about the birds and the bees!" Abby protested
as she sat down, arranging her coat over her lap to hide what was going on
under her skirt.  "You don't have to tell me about how you and mom hooked
up and screwed all through college!"



   "Abby, I wouldn't tell you anything like that!" Rue grinned sheepishly.
"Besides, that's not even true.  I was going to tell you what a damn fool I
made of myself, and how I almost lost the most wonderful woman in the
world."



   "You almost lost mom?  But you guys are so in love it's almost silly!"



   "Let me talk, kiddo!" Rue took a deep breath.  "You're right about one
thing.  When I saw who was assigned as my dorm mate, I could hardly
breathe! I thought it would be heaven, but instead I turned it into hell."
She looked pointedly at her daughter's wadded up coat.  "It was murder
trying to hide my true self from the girl I was rapidly falling head over
heels in love with.  She thought I was some kind of nut the way I would
only get dressed while locked in the bathroom." Her face flushed.  "Or just
how many times I had to hole up in there, until I could, uh, calm myself
down."



   The younger girl shared her sire's embarrassment.  "Aunt Rue, I know all
about how masturbation is normal and all that!  Uh, just tell me what
happened!"



   "That's just it." Rue looked away for a moment, feeling almost as
humiliated as she had on that dreadful day.  "Amber had left to go shopping
with her friends.  Even then she was busy perfecting her bargain hunting
skills.  I had the place all to myself!  I could relax and just be me!" She
sighed.  "To put it bluntly, your mother forgot her bag.  She came
strolling in, right while I had one hand holding one of her bras up to my
face, while the other was frantically jerking away.  To make matters worse,
for some stupid reason I had decided that doing it in her bed would make me
feel closer to her."



   "Oh wow!" Abby gulped.  "I bet mom was all over you!"



   Rue laughed.  "Then you'd lose!  Your mother screamed at me!  I was damn
lucky nobody came running in before I managed to get myself dressed!  She
called me every nasty name you could think of.  In the end I had to take an
off campus apartment for three months because she wouldn't let me even step
foot back into the room we once shared!  She wouldn't even let me come back
to get my things.  She just threw all of my stuff out the window."



   Abby was stunned.  "I, I didn't know that.  Aunt Rue, how, how did you
and mom end up in love?"



   "In the end, I guess it was fate." The older woman smiled proudly.  "I
was walking home from the library, looking forward to a frozen dinner and a
hot shower before turning in early.  I heard scuffling in the bushes.  When
I went to check it out, I found your mother being pawed at by the school's
star football player.  For one split second I thought she was into it, and
was about to turn around and head for my apartment.  That's when Amber
whimpered "Help." She said it so softly, but it sounded loud as thunder to
me.  I'm not exactly proud of what I did.  I very nearly beat that jock to
death.  I felt better when it turned out my intervention helped assure his
conviction after he was charged with raping three other women."



   Abby let out a low whistle.  "Wow, you were like a cop, even then!"



   "Yeah, my interest in law enforcement began right on that night." She
laughed.  "Let's not get into that now.  To make a long story short, after
the campus police carted our unconscious friend off to the hospital, your
mother and I had a very long talk.  We started dating a few weeks after
that.  We took things very slowly and got to know each other.  After a
couple months your mother was kind enough to allow me to move back into the
dorm.  Things were cramped but it was so much better than my big lonely off
campus apartment.  When we got rid of one bed to, uh, open up some space in
that tiny room, it was like heaven on Earth.  We've been blissfully in love
ever since."



   Smiling, Rue tapped her daughter's nose.  "After we graduated and began
our chosen careers, you came along a few years later to brighten our
world!"



   Abby rubbed the back of her neck.  "It worked out great for you guys,
but how does that apply to me?"



   "Kiddo, I'm just saying that you should bide your time.  There's no
rush. You're such a wonderful girl.  I'm sure there's someone very special
out there for you."



   Abby grinned.  "I'm slightly more than a girl, but I hope you're right!"



   "Right about what?" Amber asked as she entered, laden down with boxes
and bags.



   "Uh, never mind!" Abby said with a wink for her sire.  "Jeez mom, did
you buy out the store?"



   "Oh, very funny!" The happy blonde laughed as she stacked her purchases
on the floor.  "I'm just trying to boost the local economy!  Don't forget.
Some of these are Christmas presents."



   Rue went to her wife and gave the grinning woman a hug.  "Dammit woman,
it's a good thing my salary doesn't have to pay for your shopping
addiction!"



   "Oh pooh!  What else are trust funds for?  Besides, my latest book is
selling like hotcakes!"



   Rue couldn't help a grin.  "The guys at the precinct keep teasing me
about your red headed scatter-brained female detective.  That reminds me.
Could you autograph twelve copies of "The Case of the Spinster Canary"? 
Those jerks may laugh, but they'll fall all over themselves if I hand out
copies of your latest best seller."



   "Of course dearest, I must keep my public happy!"



   Noticing all the signs, the teen grinned and wordlessly hurried
upstairs. She'd give the love birds a couple hours of alone time.  She'd
come back down and make them all something light and tasty for dinner
later. Her parents would be hungry when they finally emerged from their
bedroom, looking all flushed and rumpled while pretending they had only
been having a private conversation.



   The next morning was Christmas Eve day.  Abby yawned her way through
breakfast.  Amber smiled at her sleepy daughter.  "Someone still gets
excited for Christmas, I see." She said with a wink.  "Didn't you get any
sleep last night?"



   The teen sure was excited, but not in the way her mother thought.  She
had fought the impulse all night long, but won out in the end.  She refused
to stroke her cock every time it popped a boner, preferring to be able to
give her all to whoever she would link with through the portal today!  She
had finally dozed off at around six, only to wake up a couple hours later
with a seriously raging case of morning wood.  Embarrassing as it was, she
was forced to pee in the bathtub.  It was either that or attempt standing
on her head in front of the toilet!



   Amber tapped her daughter's nose.  "Earth to Abby, are you in there? 
Did you get any sleep last night?"



   "Oh, I just stayed up too late watching a bunch of Christmas cartoons
and movies." Abby truthfully admitted.  For the most part they had helped
her keep sex off of her mind.  There were some problems though.  The baton
twirling majorette at the beginning of the original classic "Miracle on
34th Street" gave her a sudden and unexpected erection!  Wow, she had nice
legs!  Abby had to pause the DVD and take drastic measures.  The teen
finally ended up taking a total of three icy cold showers in the wee small
hours of the morning.  "Mom, will aunt Rue be able to spend Christmas day
with us?" she asked, changing the subject.



   "Sure honey.  Rue managed to trade shifts.  She's going to work late New
Years Eve, just so we can have a wonderful time together tomorrow." The
woman smiled.  "So, do you have any plans for the day?"



   "Oh, I guess I'll head over to this used book store I found yesterday."
Abby answered in what she hoped was a casual tone of voice.  "I think they
may have something for me that I've wanted for simply ages."



   "You have a good time sweetie!"



   Strapped down tight under her skirt, Abby almost moaned as she felt
herself strain against the self imposed restraints.  "Oh, I'm sure I will,
mom."



   The teen felt like it was an eternity as she waited for her stop.  She
looked at the women, and yes, girls packed in with her in the train and
smiled.  Which one would it be?  Who would she focus the portal on to claim
a sweet cherry?  That woman yakking away on her cell Phone was kinda hot in
a house wifey sort of way, but she couldn't possibly still be a virgin! 
The bitch was probably on the pill, too.  Hold on; was that a Girl Scout
behind her?  Yes it was!  Abby sure wouldn't mind gobbling that pretty
little blonde's cookie!  The lovely girl had unzipped her coat.  The
darling little "B" cups straining against a uniform blouse she was rapidly
outgrowing announced that she had reached puberty!



   It wasn't like Abby was some pedophile creep.  She had morals!  As long
as her unwitting partner was old enough to ovulate, that was all that
mattered!  If Mother Nature said someone was ready to have babies, who was
she to argue the point?  What was that saying she read online?  Oh yeah. 
"If it bleeds, it breeds"!  It was okay even if she managed to catch the
all important event of a young ovary expelling its very first egg!



   She gave serious thought to attempting to claim Lisa today.  She was
sure her friend was a virgin.  Lisa would have told her if she finally let
some boy pop her!  Besides, wasn't Lisa always lamenting not being able to
meet any guys while going to a girl's school?  No, she'd wait for that
prize!  Practice with the portal would make doing Lisa on New Years Eve
even better!  Even if passed out drunk, Abby wanted to see that lovely face
when she fucked her petite friend!



   Running through the lightly falling snow, Abby reached "Life Before
E-Readers" just at noon.  She threw open the door and charged right in. 
"I'm here!  It's noon!" Her face turned red when several people turned and
stared at her.



   "Please show a little decorum." Amara chided with a grin as she hustled
past with a couple of dusty tomes.  "I'll be with you in a few moments."



   The few moments turned into an hour.  Abby was getting bored, and more
than little angry when finally a customer left before another entered.  The
shop was empty aside her Amara and her!  The teen practically dove at the
door in her haste to lock it.  She pulled down the shade and turned to face
the owner.  "Don't think of trying to get out of this!" she said sharply.
"You know I still have my video!  I could make you famous with a simple
upload!"



   "That will not be necessary." Amara said softly.  "Come it is time for
you to learn your lesson!"



   Abby followed the woman upstairs.  Once in the small but tasteful rooms,
she quickly made herself at home.  "This is gonna be a snap." She said
excitedly.  "I can draw those runes easily!"



   Amara looked at the girl.  "That may be, but do you have the ability to
correctly perform the proper chants that accompany them?"



   "I think so!" Abby cleared her throat, and sang a few bars of the
Japanese version of the "My Little Pony: Friendship is Magic" theme.  "I'm
really good at picking up songs in other languages phonetically.  Come on!
Just give me the book.  I bet I can puzzle it out myself."



   "No, that would be too dangerous.  I will teach you." Instead of opening
the book, Amara turned over a large sheet of cardboard on her antique
table. "I have blocked out the runes needed on this chart.  If you redraw
them in the proper alignment as shown with the key I've provided, the chant
I teach you will activate the portal." She glared at the teen.  "Now, you
must be very precise in describing to me what you want.  Every detail will
be important."



   Abby's face turned a becoming shade of pink.  "Okay, here goes!  I want
to center it on a pussy!  It has to be a young girl, no older than me. 
Even though I won't see her face, she has to be very pretty.  She also has
to be a virgin.  The girl has to be ovulating when I get to "meet" her.  It
has to be her most fertile time of her cycle right when do the deed.  I
don't just mean the right day.  It has to be her most fertile HOUR!  I want
it guaranteed that she'll get preggered when I sperm her up!"



   Abby paused, a hand straying to `adjust' herself under her skirt before
continuing.  "She has to not want a baby, but I'm not interested in anyone
who's on the pill, or might have an IUD or diaphragm up inside of her." She
giggled.  "I want my new friend to be all scared and crying over her life
being ruined when I'm done with her!" she smiled.  "I also want it to be
someone close to me.  I want to see the baby bump when it starts to show!"
She thought a moment.  "Yeah, that's exactly what I want for my first
attempt!  Later, you can show me how to fine tune it for specific girls."



   Amara shook her head.  "You find nothing disturbing with what you
demand?"



   "Heck no, this is gonna be so cool!" Abby grinned.  "I'll be just like a
character in "Bible Black" or something!  I won't have to worry about a
thing myself.  Nobody will ever figure out it was me that "dated" them and
popped a bun in the oven!  I'll get to see whoever she is with a six month
round belly, before I enter the Academy in June.  This is gonna be
perfect!"



   "So be it!" The witch twisted the cap off of a small bottle of ink. 
Then she picked up and trimmed the nib of a large feather quill pen.



   The teen noticed a very narrow band of red, right where Amara gripped
the quill.  "That looks almost exactly like the color of my hair." She
laughed.  "That just shows you have good taste in accessories."



   "I'm sure it's purely a coincidence.  "The witch muttered as she moved
her fingers to hide the tightly wound strand of Abby's own hair around the
shaft of the feather.  "Now silence, while I compose!"



   "Wait!" Abby pulled out her iPhone.  "Couldn't I just record it?"



   "You spoiled children of the twenty-first century.  Why must everything
revolve around your cellular phones?  Go ahead and record, but know this.
The recording will not activate the portal.  Your own voice, mind and soul
are needed for that!"



   "Jeez, I just asked!" Abby started a file recording, and slipped the
device back into her skirt pocket.



   Once again kneeling before the antique table, Amara began to hum to
herself.  Then, she started to chant.  From time to time she'd pause, dip
quill to ink, and make a notation on the rune placement key sheet.  Abby
listened to the point of the quill scratch roughly over the paper, her
heart pounding beneath her breasts.  Was this going to work?  No, she had
to be positive!  This was going to work!  She nodded along, her keen ear
already in tune with the odd cadence of the ancient sounding words.  She
could already tell it was subtly different than the chant Amara used
yesterday.  It was far longer, and the strangely weaving tones were far
more intricate.  That was to be expected.  It stood to reason that the
spell would be far more complex for what she wanted it to do!



   Taking a deep breath, Amara put down the quill and capped the ink.  "It
is done.  This spell incorporates everything you have demanded."



   "Let me try!" Abby snatched up the key, and cleared her throat.  She may
not recognize what the words mean, but they were carefully spelled out for
her phonetically, in English.  "Wow, your handwriting looks like the fancy
lettering in really old bibles.  Where did you learn to write like that?"



   "Oh, long years ago, quite far from here." The witch smiled.  "Now let
me hear you recite!"



   After three runs through the chant, and startlingly, two painful raps on
the knuckles with an old wooden ruler when she got parts wrong, Abby became
pitch perfect with her repetition of the spell.  No portal formed, but it
was exciting to see the runes begin to glow.  "How was that?" She asked
breathlessly.  "I think I mailed it the last time!"



   "It will do, child."



   Abby jumped up.  "Okay then!  Can you give me a clean sheet of paper? 
"The teen unbuckled her tasteful belt, and unbuttoned her skirt.  "I'm
ready to try!" she shouted, as the garment dropped around her ankles.



   "Are you crazed?" Amara said coldly.



   Blushing, the teen stopped with her harness half unstrapped.  "I thought
I could just do it right now!  You can just hang out in your shop for an
hour or two.  I, um, I won't make a mess.  Who knows how far away the girl
will be when I shoot off into her?  It'll be very clean on this end."



   "I have taught you the spell.  That is enough!" she blinked, and calmed
herself.  "Besides, I still have instructions to give you."



   Abby hastily strapped down and pulled up her skirt.  "Sorry about that!
What else do I need to know?"



   Amara thought fast.  "First, and most important, do you have any
fillings, or medical implants?" She paused, sounding hopeful with one last
question.  "Do you ever wear glasses?"



   Memories of the recent examinations she had undergone as Air Force
doctors marveled over her physiology made her blush.  It turned out that
she was only the second futanari ever to be admitted to the Academy.  "No,
I have great teeth, perfect eyesight and I'm very healthy!"



   The witch seemed disappointed.  "Oh, that is just fine, child."



   "What else should I know?"



   "The spell will only work for two, maybe three hours at the most.  Then,
the portal will close."



   The teen's green eyes opened wide.  "It, it won't chop my dick off, if I
stay to long.  Will it?"



   "Heavens no, child, it'll just push you out.  I had only meant to say
that you'll then have to wait twenty four hours to reactivate the portal,
is all."



   "Cool!  I'll have to come up with something good to draw the runes on.
Maybe even something more permanent than a piece of paper.  I think there's
some foam rubber left after mom refinished the cushions on the patio
furniture.  It's nice and firm, and will be comfortable to, uh, bounce on."




   "That is up to you.  I have never used a portal for something so
questionable.  Paper has always suited my needs."



   Abby had seen an almost life sized plushie of Twilight Sparkle on one of
the Pony sites she regularly visited.  Could she risk ordering something so
embarrassing?  She could draw the runes right on her plot!  She'd live the
dream of many bronies, and actually get to fuck her favorite pony up an
actual real pussy!  "Is there anything else I should know?"



   The witch thought for s moment and then grinned.  "A novice needs no
distractions while casting her first spell.  I'd recommend doing it at
midnight by the light of a single candle, for the greatest chance of
success."



   Abby pouted.  "I won't be able to get a good look at my prize if my room
is that dark!"



   The witch sighed.  "Have I underestimated your integrity?" She asked. 
"I feel much better knowing that you only plan on looking."



   "Oh, I'm gonna do so much more than look!" The teen bragged.



   "That is what I thought.  If you want this to work, you had better do
exactly what I say!"



   "Are you trying to make out that if it doesn't work it's only my fault?"
Abby took out her phone and waggled it in Amara's face.  "Well, I'll do it
right at midnight, with no distracting bright lights.  If it doesn't work
anyway, I'll post you on Youtube!  I bet someone will be able to interpret
the book page and your cherry portal runes!"



   The witch glared at her self appointed student.  "Have no fear, child.
It will work.  It will work far better than you have ever dreamed." she
sighed.  "Now be off with you.  I have a business to tend!"



   "Touchy touchy!" Abby laughed as she skipped lightly down the stairs. 
"I'll call tomorrow and let you know how things turn out." She grabbed a
business card on the way to the door.  Zipping up her coat she stepped out
into the cold.



   The teen spent quite a few hours walking around.  She couldn't just go
right home and try out her spell.  She needed to wait for midnight. 
Besides, what if mom and aunt Rue heard her bouncing on her bed and panting
up in her room in the middle of the day?  Abby was rather modest in many
ways.  She adored masturbation, but only did it very late at night, or
those times she had the house to herself for a few precious hours.  She
gave a passing thought to taking a room at a motel to play for a while but
rejected that idea too.  Midnight it would be.  "Good things come to those
who wait." She reminded herself, before heading out to "The Memory Bank" to
see if they had any deals on external hard drive enclosures.



   The long day was finally drawing to an end.  Amber looked at her
daughter.  The lovely girl once again yawned widely.  She removed the end
of the candy cane from her mouth and grinned.  "Sweetheart, why don't you
go to bed?" she asked kindly.  "Or are you waiting up to catch Santa
Claus?"



   Why weren't they going to bed?  Abby wondered.  It was almost eleven
o'clock already!  Midnight would be here soon!  She gave another theatrical
yawn, trying to psych her parents into getting sleepy.  "I wouldn't dream
of keeping him from making his appointed rounds." She said with a smile. 
She nearly cheered when aunt Rue yawned.  "Why don't you guys turn in?" she
asked helpfully.  "Aunt Rue, you look exhausted."



   "A hard day of busting criminals will do that to you." She said with a
grin.



   The teen carefully faked another yawn while casually turning to face the
TV.  In the darkened screen of the dormant device, she could watch her
parents reflection unobserved.  Grasping the short interlude of precious
privacy, her mother grinned wickedly at aunt Rue.  She made a show of
raising the candy cane she had been enjoying to her mouth.  Ever so slowly,
she thrust it between her tightly pursed lips as her cheeks went noticeably
concave.  Then she slowly pulled the saliva dampened glistening confection
out again, and licked the rounded melted end with the tip of her tongue,
before repeating her little act.



   Aunt Rue in turn shifted a little on the sofa, as if trying to find a
more comfortable position.  Possessing a penis herself, Abby knew the
feeling well.  Mom's sensual candy eating had made aunt Rue horny!  She
popped a boner, imagining the candy cane was her penis!  Hells teeth!  Much
as she tried not to, the anxious teen had popped one of her own!  She did
her best to force unwanted nasty thoughts about her mother's sensual full
lips from her mind.  That was just way too wrong!  Thank goodness she now
had the portal spell to expend her frustrations on!



   "Abby, go to bed!" Aunt Rue ordered as she smiled hungrily at her lovely
blonde wife.  "Christmas day will come faster if you get to sleep!"



   "Yes ma'am!" Abby answered cheerfully.  Yes!  If aunt Rue and mom were
busy physically expressing their undying love for each other, she wouldn't
have to take her usual paranoid precaution of waiting until they were sound
asleep before risking any possible noisy late night activity in her room.



   The happy teen took a nice warm relaxing shower before she did anything.
Her new friend would never see smell or taste her penis, but Abby wanted to
be nice and fresh for her conquest.  She was hard as a rock, but tried to
wash her cock in the most unsensual way she could.  Standing on her toes
with clenched teeth, the teen shivered and moaned as she turned the knob
and rinsed the soap from her loins with icy water.



   "Damn, I'm still hard after that blast?" she said, teeth chattering as
she rapidly dried her body.  "Rhode, you better get this show on the road!"
Tossing the towel in the general direction of her laundry hamper, the eager
redhead ran naked back to her bed room.





   "Today on Mythbusters, we'll need a human analog." Abby said in a very
credible impression of her hero, and star of many late night stroke-off
fantasies, Kari Byron.  Laughing, she pulled the purloined supplies from
her closet.  She had been so lucky in sneaking everything upstairs while
her parents were in "Lovey-dovey" mode earlier today!  In mom's craft room,
she had found two pieces of foam rubber left over from the patio furniture
project!  One was a rather large rectangle.  It measured three inches
thick, by ten wide, and forty long.  The other was so exactly perfect, it
was like fate!  She picked up the ten inch wide circle of three inch foam,
and stuck plenty of self adhesive Velcro on the back.



   "This is the best idea I ever had!" she said huskily while adding Velcro
to one end of the big rectangle.  She stuck the circle to the rectangle. 
Putting the whole assembly on her bed, she flopped down on her back next to
it.  Touching herself by hand under her throbbing penis, and using a mirror
to double check the "give" of the foam, she sighed in satisfaction.



   The slight overhang was perfect!  The circle protruding a bit off the
end of the larger base would allow it to flex slightly under her weight. 
That would place the visiting guest pussy at a nice natural angle of attack
for easy access fucking!  "This is perfect for in home use, yet I'll be
able to take the business end with me anywhere I go!" She pulled the circle
from the base with a loud sizzling Velcro rip.  "I can carry it in my
backpack, and stick it on any wall as long as I remember to bring more
Velcro.  Chant the spell, and INSTANT gloryhole!  If I could market this,
I'd put that Fleshlight company out of business in a week!"



   Her cock gave a happy jerk at the thought.  "I better calm down.  I want
to get the runes exactly right!"



   Taking a deep breath, the naked redhead sat at her drafting table and
began to very carefully place the runes.  Indelible ink on the dense closed
cell foam meant she'd be able to rinse off any gooey messes left behind
once the portal closed and that day's formerly virgin vanquished vagina
vanished.



   It didn't take the skilled artist long to finish transferring the
archaic ideograms and intricate circular design onto the cushion.  "I can't
believe how nervous I am." She whispered as she carefully examined her
work. "Not a line out of place!  If Amara is telling the truth, I'll have a
sweet innocent pussy right her in my bedroom as soon as I chant the spell!"



   She reverently gazed upon the foam disc.  Clearing her throat, she
opened her mouth to begin reciting.  "Oh, almost forgot!" The teen put the
cushion down and went to her dresser.  She had swiped a lighter and one tea
candle from the kitchen, but paused before setting flame to wick.



   Childhood rules were hard to overcome.  She couldn't bring herself to
actually light the candle in her bedroom.  What if there was a fire?  What
if she set off the smoke alarms?  Instead, she plugged in the small fiber
optic illuminated Christmas tree she had set up in the corner of her
bedroom.  Switching off the lights, the tree's changing colors gave the
room a most fitting magical glow.  It was dimmer than what light the candle
would produce, so that should be good enough to insure success.



   "That's enough stalling!" The naked teen whispered as she sat her naked
butt on her desk chair.  Her heart pounded, and her cock twitched to the
beat.  "I'm going to lose my virginity tonight!"



   Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Abby again picked up the foam
rubber disc.  In a soft clear voice, she began to chant the memorized
spell. She could see the runes shimmer and seem to come alive under the dim
light of her Christmas tree.  As she neared the end, their eerie octarine
glow out shone that of the fiber optics.



   The circle in the center of the design swirled and shimmered.  Suddenly,
the foam felt just a touch heavier, and the circle was occupied!  "It
worked!" Abby squealed, almost dropping her precious burden.  "Amara didn't
lie.  It really actually worked." In the dim light, she saw the lovely
sight of a very pretty pussy.  "You're a baldy, like me." She laughed.  Her
own hairless condition was due to her unique nature.  Aunt Rue said that
all futanari were devoid of pubic hair.  Abby was glad of that.  It would
be a bitch to shave around her dick if she wanted to keep her clean look
"down there".  Did her guest shave her kitty?  It gave her a secret little
thrill to think that maybe her friend was a touch too young and hadn't
grown any hair yet.  No matter!  As long as she could get pregnant, that
was all that counted!



   Giggling, she pursed her lips and blew a strong blast of air on the
sweet delicate lips of a real live vagina.  "That'll get my new friend's
attention for sure!" she laughed, before blowing once again for good
measure.



   Abby held the foam on edge and peered along its surface.  "It's right up
snug against her!  Her pubic mound is actually poking through to my side!
That's better than any gloryhole could ever be!  I hope my new friend isn't
too uncomfortable with a four inch circle wedged between her thighs!"



   She lifted it closer to her face, and gently inhaled.  She could detect
a slight hint of vanilla, reminiscent of her own favorite body wash.  What
really grabbed her soul was the fragrance of girl!  The heady aroma made
her cock throb and her mouth water.



   Very gently, she ran a finger over smooth warm lips.  They were rather
plump and pouty, much like the labia beneath her cock, and the silky
texture was a wonder to behold!  Growing bolder, she let the tip of her
index finger burrow between the folds.  The damp warmth incasing the digit
was thrilling!



   "I always wanted to try this!" she whispered.



   Abby was flexible enough that many nights found her rolled in a tight
ball on her bed, the head of her cock grasped between tightly pursed lips
as she sucked herself to bliss.  Her vagina was forever beyond the questing
reach of her tongue though.  Even if her dick wasn't in the way, she could
only get a couple inches of it into her mouth.  She'd never be able to
reach her own snatch with her tongue!  Now, she'd get to see what it was
like to finally "munch rug" and eat out a pussy!



   Abby gulped, and then opened her mouth.  Holding her face still, she
moved the cushion up and down as she swiped the pouty lips of her new
friend over the tip her protruding tongue.  "Oh, that's nice!" she
breathed, after savoring the somewhat musky salty essence.  "She tastes
exactly like I do when I lick my fingers clean after kitty petting.  That
must mean she eats healthy, like I do!"



   Abby went back to her happy task.  She absolutely enjoyed herself!  Her
friend may not be entirely in the room, but she could imagine her moans and
whimpers as the wonderful vagina grew damper than what the saliva from her
drooling mouth could account for.



   "You like that, don't you?" she playfully teased.  "You're getting all
turned on by a total stranger going down on you.  What a filthy little
slut!" That was unfair, as the portal was only capable of connecting with a
virgin, but Abby didn't care!  "You little whore!  I bet you're screaming
for more!  Well, I'll give you more!" She attacked the delicate folds! 
Alternating techniques, she'd flutter her tongue as fast as she could over
the swelling nub of the rapidly engorging clitoris.  Then, she'd plunge her
tongue deeper, thrilling as her face was smeared with the girl's flowing
moisture.



   She was aware of a trembling vibration being transmitted through the
foam she clasped tightly in her hands.  Did that mean the girl was
struggling?  Was her friend desperately trying to get the portal from
between quivering legs?  That was a thrilling thought!  It made it so much
hotter to imagine the unseen girl's gyrating wriggles as a phantom tongue
lashed away at her most private parts.  Abby increased her efforts, nosily
slurping and swallowing the now freely flowing essence of what was probably
a scared and frantic, yet aroused girl.



   Abby's tongue was growing weary, but she kept right on going.  Her face
was getting wetter by the second!  The slutty little whore on the other
side of the portal was really getting into this, whether she wanted it or
not!  Suddenly, the flowing moisture became a torrent!  Abby squealed in
pure delight.  The girl was a squirter, just like she was!  What luck
linking up with someone like this on the very first time!  She relished the
warm fluid soaking her face and running down her quivering chin as she
lapped away like a contented cat with a saucer of cream.



   Pausing to catch her breath, Abby lovingly placed the circular cushion
back on her drafting table.  "You should thank me!" she told the glistening
wet genitalia.  "I made you feel real good!  I know when my pussy squirts,
it nearly drives me crazy!  My cock gets so hard it feels like it will
burst!  Sometimes I shoot off and pop a huge load without even touching it.
You don't have THAT problem, but I bet you're slumped over somewhere,
hardly able to breathe right now!"



   Abby's whole body was trembling when she stood up.  "I can't wait any
longer, you little whore.  I'll teach you a lesson for being such a damn
cock tease!  You can't shove your pussy in my face and make me eat you out,
and expect me not to want to fuck it when you're finally done with me!"



   The amorous teen carefully placed the foam circle on the waiting Velcro.
She grabbed her iPad and set it on the rectangular foam base where her
lover's head would be, if the mystery girl were actually entirely in the
room with her.  "This is going to be so good!" Abby said throatily as she
climbed onto the bed and started a video file playing.



   Straddling the foam on her hands and knees, she playfully wiggled her
hips, letting the head of her cock bump the slick damp lips.  "Do you know
what that is, slut?" she asked breathlessly.  "Do you know what's about to
happen, you cock teasing bitch?" Supporting herself with her left hand,
Abby grasped her hard ten inches with her right.  She rubbed the head
roughly over those glorious lips.  "You'll never know who I am, but you'll
NEVER forget me!  The spell was formulated to find me a FERTILE partner,
one I'll get to see with my baby making her belly grow big and round.  I'm
about to change the whole course of your life!"



   It took a couple tries for the inexperienced teen to find what she
wanted.  With a sigh of contentment, she finally seated the swollen head of
her cock right at the precious opening.  She paused for a moment.  "Yes,
that's a big fat cock!  It's naked too!  No condoms for you!  I'm going to
make you a mommy, slut!" Glancing at her alarm clock, Abby giggled as she
watched the glowing red numbers change from eleven fifty-nine to twelve
o'clock.  Midnight, the waiting was over!



   Heedless of her unseen partner's virgin state, she took a steadying
breath and simply rammed right in!  For a split second, she felt
resistance, but that passed as she tore right through her lover's tender
untouched hymen.  "Holy shit, that feels so good!" she cried, as she sank
herself completely into the most delightfully warm snugness.  "I'll never
go back to jerking off again!" she declared as her unknown lover's heat
seemed to warm her right down to the soul.



   "You aren't a virgin any more, you little teasing whore!" she said
gleefully as she watched her iPad's screen.  She resisted speeding through
to the good parts.  Thrilling at the quivering of her lover's insides, she
watched as a pretty Japanese office lady started pushing groping male hands
away from her ass while standing in a crowded train.  "It's a shame you'll
never know it's actually a pretty girl screwing you!  I bet you'd be
thrilled to know that a real live futanari decided to give you a baby!  I
only wish you could watch this video with me, but that's okay.  I bet
you're already acting out her panic, but yours will be real!  It's just a
shame you aren't on the pill though!  The spell would have never picked you
if you had any contraceptives!"



   Pulling out a little, Abby touched the slick wet skin of her cock. 
Squinting at her hand in the dim Christmas lights, she could see a hint of
darkness smudging her fingertips.  "Virgin blood!" she gasped in wonder. 
"You saved yourself just for me!" She didn't hesitate at all and licked her
fingers clean.  She savored the coppery tang of the fluid that proved the
girl had indeed been untouched before this night.



   Slowly at first, Abby started rhythmically thrusting into her conquest.
"I, I hope you're with all your friends now!" she said huskily.  "Even if
your alone, all snug in your bed, I hope mommy and daddy come running to
see why their precious daughter is squealing!" The video was getting good.
The guys had managed to get the woman out of her clothes.  Dammit, she
wished someone had subtitled it.  She wanted to know if the naked woman was
squealing about being fertile today!  Still, feeling a warm wet tight pussy
squeezing her cock sure made up for a lack of translation!  She mainly
wanted to hear the woman whimper and cry, anyway.  It made a perfect
soundtrack for deflowering a stranger.



   The muscles in the redhead's thighs flexed and bottom clenched as she
thrust harder.  Pretending the sobs as the porn actress was bent over the
seats and drilled doggy style were coming from her unseen unheard partner
made it even hotter!  Mouth watering freely, Abby accidentally dripped
drool onto the glowing screen of her iPad.  That didn't matter to the
carnally crazed teen.  At this point she didn't care if the computer tablet
died a sparking electronic death!  Who needed internet porn if you could
conjure up a pussy any damn time you needed one?  She moaned deep in her
throat.  She'd get more foam rubber, and make a bunch of portals.  That way
she could fuck several virgins a day, and not have to wait twenty four
hours!



   Abby's eyes opened wide when the snug sheath enveloping her ramming cock
began to sort of squeeze and grasp at her.  It was like her mystery lover
didn't want her to pull out!  "Yeah, I, I knew you were a dirty girl, she
taunted, pretending her lover would hear.  "You like it.  I knew you would.
You like having a total stranger fuck you.  You love being a broodmare for
someone you can't even see!"



   The redhead was beginning to pant.  She lowered herself completely onto
the foam.  Screen only inches from her face; she watched a close-up as a
censored cock drilled into a censored pussy.  For once the blurry mosaic
didn't bother her.  Abby was lost in a world of sensual stimulation.  She
loved feeling the firm yet yielding smoothness of the foam pressed tightly
against her engorged nipples as her cock was caressed by a warm living
sheath.  "I, I should g-get a couple of breast implants to glue on the
foam!" she gasped, bouncing away on her analog lover.  "This is so damn
hot!"



   Thankfully it was an old house, with thick well built walls.  Despite
her bashful fears to the contrary, Abby never heard her parents making
love, save those times she would tip toe downstairs, and jerk off into a
large plastic salad bowl with one ear pressed against their door.  That
meant they in turn wouldn't hear her now!  The teen was panting and moaning
like some kind of animal in heat!  Her bed was creaking and squeaking in
time to her frantic thrusts as she bounced like a crazy person on the
wonderful foam.



   "Oh God, it's gonna be soon!" she gasped, feeling the tell tale
pressures building within.  "Do you know?  Do you know it's gonna happen
you dirty girl?" Her toes curled, making fists in the sheets as she reached
that wonderful frightful point of no return!  "Take it!" she wailed as she
rammed in one final time.  She bottomed out!  She felt the head of her cock
nestle against the almost magical gateway of her phantom lover's cervix! 
"Cumming!" she cried, as her body went rigid.



   It had never felt this good before!  Grunting like some beast, Abby
shuddered as her cock throbbed!  No wonder!  This was real!  No more
wasting sperm by swallowing it or flushing it down the toilet!  Planting
her seed where it would make a baby was the most intensely wonderful
sensation she had ever experienced in her young life!  This was more than
making love.  This was making LIFE!



   It seemed to go on forever.  Wad after gooey wad of warm fluid burst
from her cock to plaster the insides of her faceless lover.  Abby whimpered
at the power of her ejaculations.  The sheath around her gave a clasping
shudder, mirroring the jerking of her own cock.  Her girlfriend was
climaxing!  That made everything perfect!



   "I'm glad you had an orgasm too." She panted when the spasms finally
drew to a shuddering end.  "I read online that if a girl cums too; it helps
insure she will be fertilized!" Abby slowly pulled out, grinning at the
sloppy wet slurp as her still firmly erect cock left the confines of that
wonderful vagina just as the video ended.  "Don't worry.  I'm not done with
you yet!" she laughed, shoving her pillow under the foam rubber, to raise
the pussy a little higher to prevent her gift from leaking out.  "I just
have to be very careful before we continue.  You wait here and let my sperm
soak in.  I'll be right back for more."



   Hand protectively over her own pussy; Abby sort of waddled into her
bathroom.  She wiped off most of the slimy semen covering her shaft with a
big wadded ball of toilet paper.  Jumping in the tub, she did a careful job
making sure to wash away any leftover ejaculate.  She didn't dare let any
of it sneakily flow down to make contact with her vagina!



   "Shit, I guess I may as well." Once more too hard to comfortably pee in
the toilet, Abby finished her preventative measures by "clearing the pipes"
as she pissed yet again in the bath tub.



   "There, now I don't have to worry about any mistakes!  I'm ovulating
tomorrow.  I'm not ruining my life by knocking ME up!" Retuning to her
room, Abby pulled open her dresser drawer and grabbed a very special
garment.



   When she had reached puberty and was frightened by her very first
erection, aunt Rue had taken her aside for a very private talk about their
unique bodies.  Nocturnal emissions were a big danger for futanari.  If
Abby had a wet dream and popped a load in her sleep, she might grind and
hump against the gooey mess without waking up.  She could put a baby in her
own belly without even realizing until it was too late!



   Aunt Rue had ordered her a few very special custom made panties from an
underground website catering to that rarest of the rare, the true futanari.
They looked like something an old lady would wear, but it was very
important to use them.  The outer surface of the garment was made of a
lightweight flexible moisture proof material, while the inside was cotton,
specially tailored to hold an absorbent Carefree Plus Ultra panty liner in
place for added vaginal protection.  The waistband and leg openings were
elastic, and fit almost uncomfortably tight to prevent any seepage.

   Abby was stuck wearing the dreaded things during the fertile days of her
cycle.  It was little consolation to know that aunt Rue depended on similar
garments even when able to screw mom every night!  It was embarrassing to
know that nocturnal emissions would be a danger until she reached
menopause, but what was a futanari to do?



   She hated the stupid diaper looking things, but the alternative was just
too damn scary to think about.  She didn't dare risk getting any of her own
semen near her virgin vagina, especially now that she had been accepted to
go to the Air Force Academy.  Even if you discounted how her life would be
ruined by an unplanned baby, she'd probably die of humiliation if she ended
up being stupid enough to knock herself up!

   Abby hastily wriggled into the hated "Plastic Pants", struggling to
stuff her ragingly erect cock through the snug elastic hole.  Now her cock
protruded naked from the garment, thanks to a few seconds of careful work
with a pair of scissors.  Cutting off the thickly padded absorbent cotton
penile "sock", meant to help contain any nightly explosions, had given the
panty a new and kinda sexy look!



   "Damn, that's so much easier if I'm not sporting a world class boner!"
Sighing, she finally returned to the bed.



   "Not all of us are meant to be little baby factories, you little slut."
She said with a laugh.  "I'm not putting my pussy near your nasty ol'
creamy-pie mess without protection while I go for sloppy seconds!  I have
more important things to do with my life.  You can waste yours by raising
some little squalling brat!  I'm going to the moon!"



   Abby climbed back over the foam.  She found the sweet spot easier now,
and pressed back into her lover.  She giggled at the startlingly loud
squelch.  "Oh listen to that!  I filled you up!  It must have been a record
breaking load!  Even if I don't cum again, and I surely will, I'm packing
it into you!  I'm probably forcing my sperm into your womb and right up
your fallopian tubes now!"



   Abby took her time now that the edge was off.  She slowly moved over the
foam, fucking her invisible lover with long easy strokes.  She ran a finger
over the iPad, and started a music app.  It was nice and soothing to make
love while listening to her favorite oldies songs.



   "I wonder who you are?" she asked softly as she pushed in and out of
that sloppy but glorious tunnel.  "I hope I notice real soon whose belly is
growing!  The spell was set so I would bag someone I'd actually get to see
pregnant!" She rolled her hips, trying to be sure to please the mother of
her coming child.  She let out a low moan.  "Aunt Rue says that we breed
true.  You'll be blessed with a futanari!  That will be beautiful!"



   A certain song started playing.  "Uh oh!" Abby couldn't help herself,
and started to piston into her lover.  "I, I like this song!" she moaned as
Rod Stewart began to sing his hit "Young Turks".



   Faster and faster she went!  "I, I think I can do it!" she gasped,
slamming herself into the pussy with abandon.  "Oh shit, I, I'm almost
there!  Gonna make it!  I gotta time it just right!"



   Abby trembled.  She was right on the edge of release, but had to hold on
just a few more seconds.  Finally, Rod reached the part that always made
her pop a boner and crooned her favorite line.  "Patti gave birth to a ten
pound baby boy."



   With a gasping grunt, Abby exploded again!  That line always got her!  A
dumb seventeen year old runaway went and got herself knocked up!  How
stupid.  She went and ruined herself just to become another teenage mother.
It was so damn hot!  It felt even more intense this time as she pumped
streamers of sperm laden semen into a girl that may be miles away!



   When Abby pulled out again, she saw quite a lot of pearly cream
spreading out over the foam.  "Jeez, I'm sure making a mess in you." She
sighed, putting a hand to her cock.  "I'm still hard bitch.  I'm going for
another round, but do I ever have an idea for you!"



   Thank goodness she hadn't thrown any clay recently.  Lately Abby had
been concentrating her very real artistic talents on her true love,
sketching.  She went to her closet and dragged out her Shimpo Aspire
portable pottery wheel.  "Oh God, this'll even put those Sybian guys out of
business!" she giggled as she set the heavy device on the floor in the
center of her room.



   Thankful she had cleaned it completely after last using the device. 
Abby scrambled to plug it in.  "I don't have any oil for lubricant, but
you're so full of my spunk I don't think that matters.  This is gonna be
wet and wild for us both!" Working quickly, she slapped s few strips of
self adhesive Velcro to the wheelhead.



   Hurrying back to her bed, she carefully pulled the disc up from the rest
of the foam, trying not to spill any of her slop.  "This is gonna be
great!" she whispered as she centered the foam on the wheel.  She gave it
an experimental turn.  "Good, the pussy is centered nicely." She switched
on the motor and set the lever to a nice slow speed.



   The teen climbed over the sturdy electric device.  "Here goes nothin'!"
she muttered as she tried to find a comfortable position.  With the motor
housing lodged awkwardly between her thighs, things lined up pretty good.
"Damn, I kinda like that vibration just by itself." She laughed as she
guided the head of her cock to the spinning genitalia.



   It felt wild to sink into a rapidly revolving vagina!  Hunching over the
machine, Abby gasped.  "Oh shit!  This is just the thing for quickies! 
That vibration is gonna drive me insane!"



   Shifting around a little, her leg hit the lever.  Abby squealed when the
wheel shot right up to full speed!  The vaginal opening wasn't quite
centered, and the oscillation was an unexpected sensual delight.  Her
unseen lover was now the worlds best electric powered fuck toy.  She
exploded in seconds!  Thrusting her fist in her mouth, she did her best to
muffle her wild cries as she experienced alternating male and female
orgasms from the madly whirling vibrating device!



   Abby moaned nearly senselessly as her body was wracked.  It wasn't
painful, but could you die from too much pleasure?  She wasn't even
thrusting.  Face on the floor, Abby just shuddered and groaned as
technology made her climax again and again.  Hand shaking, she finally
managed to somehow shut the thing off after her cock had fired off three
times into the soaking wet spasming rapidly rotating pussy.



   She pulled out and slumped over onto the floor.  "I, I almost passed
out!" she gasped.  "Oh God, that was the most fantastic thing I ever
experienced in my life!  I never popped off five loads in such a short
time! It's a wonder my cock didn't just fall off!" She leaned over and gave
the sloppy gooey semen oozing pussy a gentle kiss.  "Sweetie, you were
great!  I wonder how it felt to be reduced to nothing but a living onahole.
I'm glad that's something I'll never experience, you little fuck pig."



   Surely distractions wouldn't matter now!  Abby managed to climb to her
feet, and staggered over to the lightswitch.  Her eyes blinked as the room
brightened.  "I hope I didn't hurt you." She said softly as she made her
weak kneed way back to the pottery wheel.



   Sitting on the floor, Abby looked closely at the messy genitalia.  It
was hard to make out details.  The pussy was just swimming in the pearly
white goo oozing slowly out of it.  "No, you look fine!  The only blood was
right at the beginning from you being cured of your pesky virginity.  Too
bad you're all slopped up now though.  I bet your cunt is really pretty
when it's clean!" Abby thrust her finger into the pussy and wriggled it
around, giggling at the nasty sloppy noises the fluid filled tunnel
produced.  Pulling it out, she sucked their combined fluids off of it and
sighed happily.



   Mess or not, Abby used her iPhone to take a couple of pictures of her
conquest.  She decided to do that with every one, as a sort of memento of
her exploits.  This time, her yawn was real.  "Damn, I'd love to go again,
but you wore me out!" she playfully waggled her flaccid cock at the
disembodied organ.  She glanced at the clock.  "Good, I could have gone a
couple more rounds.  I have time to make this more memorable for you!"



   The teen had made a couple of purchases just for this remarkable
occasion.  Humiliation was a big part of her fetish for nonconsensual
impregnation sex.  To that end, she had planned carefully.  She tore open a
condom that she never had any intention of using.  It was a good thing she
thought to get a package of the spermicidal free variety.  She didn't want
to accidentally kill any of her little swimmers.  The condom would drive
home that she could have used protection, but just didn't want to!  Opening
a package of Titleist golf balls, Abby began stuffing them into the condom.
She hoped the pure randomness would really get to her unseen benefactor!



   "I don't want to hurt her." She muttered, stopping at just five balls.
"Good, that's just a hair over eight inches.  Since I could get all of my
ten inches into her, she'll be fine!"



   There was one final step.  Taking out a brand new ten dollar bill, she
wrote across it in broad tip permanent marker while speaking in a snooty
condescending voice.  "Merry Christmas, you low class whore!  I never
thought I'd find a nasty little hooker that goes bareback all night for so
cheap!  Put this toward the brat's college education!"



   Folding up the bill, she shoved it into the condom and tied the latex
balloon off.  "Merry Christmas, whore." She said with a grin as she started
feeding the golf ball loaded prophylactic into the messy now somewhat spunk
smelly pussy.  A lot of her semen was forced out, but the improvised plug
would trap enough in to insure that the sperm did their wiggling best to
knock up the poor kid.  "I just want you to have something besides a big
belly to remember me by!"



   Abby went to her bookshelf and grabbed a couple of big heavy tomes.  Not
wishing to stain them up, she put them in a plastic bag.  When she returned
to the pottery wheel, two of the slimy latex covered golf balls were
protruding from the soaked pussy.  Abby firmly shoved them back in.  "Try
forcing my present out now!" she said with a laugh as she covered her guest
with the bagged books.  She grabbed a few more heavy volumes and piled them
on in a small tower.  It wobbled a little on the foam, but her friend would
be totally unable to knock them over!



   The teen went back to the bathroom.  She did her business and returned
to her room.  It wasn't really needed, but Abby slipped into a clean panty,
and snaked her sated tired penis into the comfy cotton sock.  Shutting off
the lights, she climbed into bed and slipped off into a happy dream filled
slumber as the Christmas tree bathed the room in its soft magical light.



   Eight hours later, Abby stretched luxuriously under the blankets.  "It's
Christmas!' she said excitedly as she jumped out of bed.  "Oh, that's
unexpected!" After last night, she still managed to have quite a
respectable case of morning wood!  The fabric sheath was stretched tight
over her erection.  "Nothing for you now!" she said with a laugh.  "Tonight
I'm shoving you into another virgin!"



   Removing the tower of books from the pottery wheel disclosed that the
vagina had indeed vanished.  It was rather distasteful, but Abby had to
clean up her mess.  The whole room smelled like musty old mushrooms and
rotting autumn leaves!  Why did used cum have to get so stinky?  Thankfully
most of the semen that had oozed out of her phantom lover had landed in the
splash pan of the wheel when it had shot up to high speed.  That made
things a bit better.  Still, it wasn't pleasant cleaning up all the
congealing crusty goop!



   "I should just do everything in the bathtub." She giggled.  "I'm already
pissing in it." Her eyes opened wide.  "Oh crap, I should have thought of
that!  I should have soaked the ten dollar bill in pee before tying it up
in the condom!  I could even try to make a pee-pee water balloon out of
one, and shove it in.  That would really freak out a poor little ex-virgin.
I wonder if I could roll up the end, so the pee squirts on her when she
finally tries to pull it out."



   Freshly showered with her favorite vanilla body wash, Abby rushed
downstairs to join her beloved parents for their Christmas day together. 
"Merry Christmas!" she cried, finding the loving pair once again seated
side by side on the sofa.



   Aunt Rue laughed.  "I sure don't miss the days of you trying to wake us
at four in the morning, claiming that since it's technically Christmas day,
we should let you open your presents!"



   "Don't tease, Rue dear." Amber smiled at their daughter.  "Merry
Christmas darling!"



   "Well, I slept great last night." Abby declared; face reddening at the
thought of how she tired herself out so completely.



   "So did I." Aunt Rue gave her wife a wicked grin.  "Eventually, that
is."



   Her life mate blushed adorably and cleared her throat.  "Abby dear, it's
up to you.  Breakfast first, or presents?"



   Some things never change.  "Presents!" the seventeen year old squealed,
just as she had every Christmas morning since she was old enough to
understand.  Scrambling to the tree, Abby selected a couple of prettily
wrapped packages.  "You guys first!" she announced, handing them each a
gift.



   "Mine's so big." Aunt Rue said as she gave the box a little shake.



   "Honey, don't brag." Amber whispered with a crooked grin.



   "Shut up." her spouse hissed, the usually unflappable detective blushed.
She tore into the cheerfully wrapped gift and pulled the lid off of the
box. "The Complete Sherlock Holmes"!  Oh Abby, this is wonderful!" Aunt Rue
hefted the heavy volume to her face and inhaled.  "It even smells good."



   "I love leather bound books." Abby said with a grin.  "I know you have
Sir Conan Doyle's works on your Nook, but this is REAL!"



   "Wait, there's more in here." The older redhead pulled a smaller box
from her large gift and tore off the wrapping paper.  "The Thin Man" DVD
collection!  I loved those movies!" She smiled happily.  "Guess what we're
watching tonight."



   Abby was practically ready to burst.  "Aunt Rue, there's something else
in there!"



   Pulling a soft parcel from the box, the detective tore into the paper.
"Abby, uh, you shouldn't have."



   Amber snatched the gift from her mate's hands.  "Darling, it is so you!"
Moving fast, she clapped the deerstalker cap onto the detective's head. 
"There, NOW you are fit to solve crimes!"



   "Aunt Rue, you have to wear it to work!" Abby giggled.  I don't mean
actually at a crime scene.  You just have to wear it to the precinct house
just one time."



   "I don't know about that.  The guys will never let me live it down."



   "Oh, you must do!" Amber said with a smile.  "Darling, you'll look
simply smashing!"



   Rue shook her head.  "Okay, just one time!  I hope you know how much
grief this will cause me."



   "Mom, it's your turn!"



   The blonde fastidiously opened her gift.  "Oh sweetheart, it's
wonderful!" She took out the smart little hat, and examined it carefully.
"Sweetie, it's simply precious!"



   "The lady at the shop called it a "Tilt" hat.  She said it's from the
1950's."



   Amber continued her appraisal.  "The lady was correct." Looking inside,
she gasped, voice dropping to a reverent whisper.  "It, it's a Mr.  John!
You shouldn't have spent so much, but, oh darling, thank you!"



   Rue laughed.  "So much fuss over a little hat." The laugh was cut short
as Amber perched the brilliant red hat on her head at a jaunty angle, with
the wispy little nothing of a veil just coming down to her eyebrows.  "Oh
Amber, you look just like a movie star!"



   "One must know how to accessorize!" The blonde said with a happy grin.
"Thank you darling!  I have three dresses this will be perfect with!"



   "There's one more thing in there, mom." Abby said with a grin.



   The woman looked, and took out a small equine figure.  "What's this? 
She certainly is lovely.  Darling, is she one of the characters from your
pony show?  She's so adorable."



   Abby snickered at her very private joke.  Sometimes mom sounded so much
like her favorite fashionista pony, it was hysterical!  "Yes mom.  That's
Rarity.  I thought you could clip her onto the rear view mirror in your
car."



   "That's a wonderful idea.  She can be my shopping mascot!"



   Abby smiled happily, while slowly inching towards the tree.  "I'm glad
you guys like your gifts." She said, shooting quick little glances at the
packages remaining under the tree.  "Merry Christmas!"



   Amber laughed.  "Go ahead darling.  Open something before you simply
burst!"



   The teen practically dove under the tree!  Hands moving quick as
lightning, she unwrapped a package she had been eyeing very carefully.  "Oh
mom, thank you!  These are the boots I wanted!"



   After the family opened their gifts and exclaimed their pleasure over
each one, it came time for that all important Last Present.  Amber and Rue
looked at each other and both smiled.  Amber slipped a hand into the pocket
of her robe, and pulled out an envelope.  "Darling, technically this isn't
for you, but aunt Rue and I discussed it, and we think this is something
you'll really enjoy."



   Abby took the envelope, and opened it with nervous fingers.  "Two
airline tickets?" She asked.  Looking closer, she noticed the destination.
"Colorado Springs?  That's only eight miles from the Academy!"



   "Oh really?" Rue laughed.  "Come summer, I have some time off lined up.
Your mother and I thought you might like us to check out the campus and see
where you're living."



   "This is the best present ever!" Abby shouted.  "Oh, I'll work my butt
off, you'll see!  They have cadet conducted guided tours to show visitors
around.  I bet I'll be assigned to give you yours!"



   After breakfast, Abby thought about how lucky she was.  She sat alone in
the living room.  Her mother was getting dressed, and aunt Rue had headed
downtown to give out her wife's autographed books to her co-workers stuck
working today.  "Mom, do you think she'll keep the deerstalker on?" She
called out, while trying to decide which Christmas movie to pop into the
DVD player.



   "Darling, I know your aunt Rue better than anyone." Amber called from
her bedroom.  "She made a promise.  I expect she'll come home grumbling
about all the teasing she'll get."



   Abby laughed, but then stiffened and dropped Alistair Sim's 1951 version
of a Christmas Carol.  The disc rolled across the floor as she felt it
again!  Something had snuggled itself up firmly between her legs, and then
she had felt two distinct blasts of warm air.  "A draft?" she whispered,
smoothing a hand on her skirt.  "I'm wearing underwear, and I'm not
outside!"



   Her eyes nearly popped out of her head, when next she felt a gentle
finger touching where none but her own had ever touched before.  "Oh my
God!" she gasped, fear gripping her heart.  "What the hell is happening?"



   "What was that, darling?" Her mother called.



   "N-Nothing, I, I was just talking to myself!"



   Scared, Abby lifted her skirt and tugged down her panties.  At least she
had felt sated enough to go without her straps today!  Cock in the way, she
couldn't see very well, but holding it aside, she could make out what
seemed to be a swirling vortex of pretty colors hiding her pussy from view.
The teen touched it, and whimpered.  It felt as hard as steel and her
fingers just skittered off of the frictionless surface.  "Oh fuck!" she
gasped as an unseen finger slithered into her.  She scrambled to get at her
iPhone.



   Abby tapped in the numbers she had memorized from Amara's business card.
"What did you do to me?" she whispered frantically when someone picked up
on the second ring.



   "I have done nothing." Amara's voice answered.  "I have only given you
what you demanded of me."



   "Who else did you give that spell to?" she nearly shouted.  Lowering her
voice, she continued.  "I'm on the wrong end of a portal!  How dare you set
me up for someone to fuck!"



   "I have done no such thing, child."



   Abby squealed when she felt what could only be a tongue slather up and
down her unseen labia.  "Someone is licking me right now!"



   "It's not just someone." The witch said softly.  "I followed your every
desire while formulating the spell.  You said it had to be the vagina of a
young and pretty girl.  You specified she had to be virgin, and ovulating."
Amara sighed.  "You even said she couldn't be on birth control, and you
wanted someone who would think having a baby would ruin her life." She
laughed without humor.  "Was that not your list of demands?"



   Hardly able to hold onto the phone as the invisible tongue grew bolder,
Abby squeaked out an answer.  "Yes, but that doesn't explain what's
happening now!"



   "Child, I sensed you would be ovulating this Christmas day.  The portal
does not just reach across space.  It transgresses time itself.  I can see
by the clock that you followed my instructions to the letter.  Noon
Christmas day is the most fertile hour of your cycle this month.  When you
chanted the spell, you linked with yourself, twelve hours in the future!"



   "Why would you do that?" Abby cried.  "Stop it this instant!  You have
to stop this from happening!"



   "Child, I am so sorry, but I can not stop what you have already done!"



   "No, don't hang up!" she begged as the phone went dead.  "Oh shit!  Oh
fuck!  I have to get this off of me!" Abby threw the phone down and yanked
off her skirt.  The frantic teen pawed between her legs at that special
place beneath her cock.  She couldn't get her fingers under the portal.  It
was tight against her body.  All she had right now was her rapidly
engorging penis.  Her pussy was trailing twelve hours behind her in time,
with a horny futanari in possession of it!



   "Stop it!" she whimpered, as her stupid cock continued to swell and
grow. "I can't let this happen to me!  I can't let me ruin me like this!"



   Legs turning to rubber, she collapsed to her knees as her other self
continued to tease and torment with her tongue.  "No-no-no, don't!" she
whimpered.  "Cut it out, you idiot!" she cried.  "Don't you know it's me?"



   That's when it dawned on her that Amara had planned this from the start.
The young man she saw in Japan wasn't in some festival!  He was back
somewhere in Feudal Japan.  Amara could manipulate time!  "That's why no
bright lights!  I, I would have noticed it was me!" Fumbling again with her
phone, she called up the photograph she took the night before.  She stared
at the image of the slimy vagina, and zoomed in closer.  "Oh shit!  That is
me!  There's no urethra.  Mine comes out my dick!  I would have noticed
that if the lights were on!"



   She tried to ignore it, but there was no denying the growing pleasure
her temporally displaced vagina was receiving from her own traitorous
tongue!  "We can't do this!" she pleaded, grasping the side of the coffee
table and trying to rise to her feet.  "No, please don't do it!" She
gasped, as the teasing probing tongue grew more frantic in its efforts. 
Her eyes fell on the airline tickets.  "Stop it you jerk!" She whimpered
fearfully.  "We're ovulating you asshole!  We're fertile right now! 
Classes start in June!  That's in six months!  They won't let us in if our
belly is big with a baby!"



   She gave an all out effort and regained her feet.  "Don't do it!" she
gasped, powerful waves of pleasure washing over her.  "You have to g-get my
mouth off of me!" Madly pawing at the portal, Abby's fingers could find no
purchase on its frictionless surface as she wriggled and shimmied in a
desperate attempt to get the thing off of her.



   Her tongue just felt too damn good!  Breasts quivering and bouncing
beneath her pretty Christmas blouse, Abby let out a fearful moan.  Rising
up on her toes, her whole body trembled.  Her cock gave a jerk and a
bounce, as a huge streamer of semen blasted free!  It was just bad luck
that while pawing at the portal, her grasping hands had angled her penis at
just the right incline.  Up that shimmering ribbon of semen rose, just
missing the ceiling, before its ballistic flight path brought it down with
a wet splat.  It seemed symbolic that she had scored a direct hit on the
airline tickets!



   The teen moaned as again and again, as her penis danced.  The tickets
were ruined, and now the lessening flow was threatening her mother's new
hat nestled in its small hatbox.  Somehow, she managed to turn in time to
save the lovely headgear.  Fear had made her stupid though.  Eyes wide in
shock, she could do nothing as another pearly white ribbon flew forth, to
spatter all over her mother's prized antique Santa Claus figure standing on
the end table.  The semen looked so dull and nasty as it matted the snow
white beard to the figure's smiling face.



   The tongue finally left her, and Abby dropped to her knees.  "Don't do
anything else!" she panted, as her body trembled.  "Oh please, don't do
anything more!  Keep our damn cock out of our pussy!"



   Whimpering, Abby eyed the mess she had made.  "How long do I have?" she
asked fearfully in her brief respite.  "I, I gotta clean this up and get to
my room!"



   She felt an odd feeling of movement in her loins as she scrambled to her
feet.  Before she made one step towards the kitchen to grab a dish towel,
she felt something quite warm and hard poke at her invisible labia.  "No!"
she squealed, knowing it for what it was.  "Don't you dare!  Don't you
stick our cock in us!"



   As the bulbous presence roughly swiped over her, Abby forgot about the
mess.  "I gotta get upstairs!  Maybe, maybe if I destroy the portal it will
stop!" It wouldn't have, but Abby was desperate!  Staggering, naked from
the waist down, she tried to make the stairs before it was too late.



   She could feel it!  That huge head was nestled right between her lips!
"No, oh please don't!  We're a virgin!" Abby squealed, but her other self
wouldn't have listened even if she could hear.  Abby cried out and
collapsed on the floor as a sudden tearing pain announced her downfall. 
She let out all of her breath in a sudden gasp as her body was suddenly
filled in a way she had never known before.  Ten hard inches had just
rammed right in!  Rolling onto her back, the teen spread her legs wantonly
as she tried to adjust herself to herself!  "Get it out, you asshole!" she
wailed.  "Get me out of me right this instant before it's too late!  The
timing is so wrong!  Just one drop of semen and we're ruined!"



   Amber heard her daughter's cries as she stepped out of the shower. 
Throwing her robe around herself and tying the sash, she ran to the living
room.  "Darling, what is it?" she cried, as her eyes took in the scene. 
"Oh my God, what's happening?"



   "Don't look!" Abby wailed, her cock engorged and pointing at the
ceiling. "Momma, help, but don't look!"



   The blonde stood dumbfounded by what she saw.  She knew and freely
accepted her beloved daughter's dual nature, but this was something new!  A
swirling vortex hid Abby's female aspect with shimmering wavering
intensity. "Christmas lights!" she gasped, unable to tear her eyes from the
sight.



   "Mom, get it off of me!" Abby wailed.  "Get it off before it's too
late!"



   Amber dropped to her knees.  "What is it?" she gasped, trying not to
stare at her daughter's penis.  "What is happening?"



   "I can't explain now!" Abby cried, as the hugeness within her began to
move.  "You don't have long!  Get it off of me before I'm ruined!"



   Fingers trembling, Amber leaned closer to try and help her daughter. 
She couldn't help smelling the scent of semen on that perfectly formed
penis, or noticing the pearly droplet that welled up from the cute little
pee-slit.  "I can't grab it!" she whimpered as her fingers slipped and slid
over the shimmering vortex.  The words were meant for herself.  Amber had
never known a lover except for her wonderful spouse.  This was the first
time she had ever seen another penis in person.  She longed to touch it,
but didn't dare!



   Love for her spouse and what Rue could do to her with her unique body,
and love for her daughter were sending conflicting signals as her body grew
warmer.  "I can not grab it!" she repeated fearfully as she tried to help
her daughter.



   Abby balled her hands into fists and beat them on the floor.  "Make it
stop!  The, the pain is going away!  Don't let me make me feel good!"



   Amber shifted around.  Maybe if she tried a new angle of attack.  "Hold
still sweetheart!" she whispered, staring that lovely penis, eye to eye, as
it where.  "Mommy is trying!" Gently slipping her hand under Abby's naked
bottom, she tried to sneak up on the vortex from behind.  Moving her finger
along the teen's ass crack, she tried to get it up under the strange unreal
void.  "There's no gap!  I can't get my finger between you and it!" she
wailed, as she kept on trying.



   "Mom, who are you trying to help?" Abby screamed, as her mother
continued to caress her taint.  "Oh God, it's gonna happen!  Make it stop!"
The teen was beginning to bounce her butt on the floor, as if meeting an
invisible lover.  "Not inside!  Mom, get it off of me!  Please oh please
don't let me do it inside me!"



   Amber felt sweat bead her brow as she stared at the twitching and
bouncing of her daughter's penis.  It was just as lovely as the wonderful
organ Rue sported!  The blonde did her best to ignore her own feelings as
she frantically tried to get the swirling lights off of her daughter's
body.



   Rue laughingly called her spouse a cum junkie, in the privacy of their
bedroom of course.  Amber was always eager to slurp down a massive load. 
She relished every time her beloved would spatter copious amounts of semen
all over her face and into her wide open mouth.  Sometimes she even
indulged her cravings while Rue slept on those wonderful nights her spouse
didn't need the protection of her security panties.  Amber would practice
her blowjob skills on her slumbering mate, giving her spouse wonderful
dreams as she climaxed in her sleep.  It took every ounce of the woman's
willpower not to close her lips around her beloved daughter's turgid cock!



   Abby whimpered as she tried to fight the feelings.  "Don't do this to
me!" she cried as the huge mass moving within her stoked the fires of her
own passion.  "The Academy!" she gasped as her body strained.  "Remember
the Academy!" Her other self didn't hear, as she already knew, and the
penis only seemed to swell even larger.  The teen was faced with yet
another problem as she stared into her mother's lovely face, just inches
above her trembling cock.  For a split second, every bukkake video she had
ever downloaded paraded through her fevered mind.  No, not that!  Not on
top of everything else!  "Mom, g-get away!" she wailed as her whole body
seemed to teeter at the very edge of some glorious abyss.



   "Darling, how can I help you?" Amber begged as her hand continued to
scrabble over the frictionless surface hiding her daughter's femininity. 
"I, I can't grab it!"



   Abby reached out a shaking hand to push her mother away.  She only
succeeded in grabbing the beautiful blonde's wrist.  "Can't stop it!" she
wailed, as her whole body went rigid.



   "Darling, momma's here!" Amber cried, as her daughter arched her back.
The penis seemed to swell, the head becoming even more ruddy and bulbous.
The little pee slit visibly dilated.  Years of experience with her mate's
cock let the woman recognize these signs.  "Wait, darling, don't do that!"
Before she could move aside, the throbbing cock exploded!  The first
streamer of semen anointed her forehead and nose.  Mouth dropping open in
shock, the second pearly white ribbon caught her right between parted lips
to spatter on her tongue.  The woman moaned at the familiar yet excitingly
different taste.  All resistance broke.  Amber's need to taste more
completely overshadowed common sense!



   "No!" Abby gasped as her mother lunged and captured the spewing penis in
her mouth!  The feelings were indescribable as lips other than her own
closed over her hard flesh.  It was bad enough that she had just raped
herself into orgasm, but now mom was sucking a load out of her!  Even as
she ejaculated into herself, mom was accepting another climax into her
mouth!  Abby whimpered as she felt the presence within her jerk and throb.
Cum was filling her!  Her own ejaculate was pumping into her body at the
most fertile time of her cycle, and mom wouldn't stop sucking her spasming
cock!  Abby writhed as pleasure and shame wracked her body.



   Long minutes later, it was finally over.  Almost insensible, the teen
whimpered as the presence withdrew from her body.  Mom sucked for a few
seconds more after the exquisite torment finally subsided.  Teen and woman
stared at each other, both panting as they tried to catch their breath.



   "Mom, I, I can explain!" Abby managed to gasp as she watched her mother
wipe the semen off of her face with the sleeve of her robe.



   "Darling, I'm so very sorry." Amber sighed as she watched the beautiful
penis grow flaccid in her daughter's obvious fear.  "I, I shouldn't have
done that."



   "Maybe it's not too late!" Abby said as she struggled to sit up.  "Mom,
help me get upstairs!  I, I have to try to undo the spell!"



   "Spell, Abigail, what are you talking about?" Amber shook her head. 
"Did, did you cast a spell to make me to do, uh, do THAT to you?"



   "Oh God, mom, no I didn't!  I swear!  I, I accidentally cast a spell on
myself!"



   "Young lady, what is going on?"



   "Mom, I don't have time to explain!" Abby gulped, trying not to look at
how her mother's robe had gaped open to display her gorgeous breasts.  "I,
I'm coming back any time now for sloppy seconds!  I have to prevent that,
and try and get my semen out of me before I'm ruined!"



   Amber looked at the swirling void over her daughter's female self. 
"You, you are coming back?  What does this mean?"



   "It's a portal!" Abby squealed.  "Me from last night just fucked me
through it today!  The yesterday me squirted sperms in the today me, and
it's a bad, bad time for that!  I'm ovulating right now!  You have to help
me get it all out before I get myself pregnant!"



   "I from last night" Amber corrected automatically.  "And the plural of
sperm is sperm." Her eyes opened wide.  "You, you are pregnant?  Darling,
we need to have a serious talk!"



   "Mother, this isn't the time!" Eyes going nearly cross, Abby felt
something hard move against her.  "Oh God, I'm too late!  I'm back
already!" The teen let out a gasp as once again one swift push filled her
completely!  "No more!" she whimpered, as her cock surged to new life. 
"Make me stop making me pregnant!"



   Amber watched in awe as her daughter slumped back onto the floor.  Rue
had amazing stamina, but she had never seen her mate's penis engorge and
grow erect as fast as Abby's just had!  Staring at her daughter's trim
tummy, she actually saw something shocking.  Was that the slight hint of a
bulge moving within the slender girl?  It was!  "Oh my stars above, you are
making love to yourself!" she gasped as understanding dawned.



   "I told you!" Abby cried.  "Mom, get upstairs and rip apart the foam
circle.  Maybe that will stop me from fucking me!"



   "My darling baby is, is, f-fucking herself." Amber couldn't tear her
eyes away.  "My beautiful daughter is giving me a grandchild."



   Wait, no, no I'm not!" Abby cried in desperate panic.  "I don't wanna
get pregnant!  I have plans.  I'm going places.  I'm going to the moon.  My
life is all planned out.  Mom, you gotta stop me from ruining me!"



   Being married to an energetic and always ready to please lover had
shielded Amber from a simple fact about herself.  Being a futanari
naturally gave Rue a very high sex drive.  This in turn had dovetailed
nicely with Amber slowly over the years becoming a bit of a sexual addict.



   Many a night Rue had to make sure her wife had her diaphragm in place,
before forcibly making the eager and panting woman wait while she
responsibly rolled on a condom to assure Abby remained an only child.  Now
the blonde had the delightful taste of semen in her mouth, while staring as
a lovely penis grew proud and strong before her eyes.  Blowjobs with Rue
ALWAYS led to glorious soul fulfilling intercourse!  Amber craved
penetration as she savored the taste of semen still lingering on her
tongue. Her body flushed as burning need blurred the lines of morality in
her fevered mind.



   "Mom, what, what are you doing?" Abby gasped as her mother stood and
threw off her robe.  "You have to stop this." She begged, while trying to
ignore the fact that she was seeing her very first in person real live
naked woman.  "Please help me!"



   "Darling, mother will always help her baby." Amber whispered as she
knelt down to straddle the frantic redhead's struggling body.  "You'll give
me such a pretty grandbaby!"



   "Oh no!" Abby grunted as a soft caring hand gently grasped her hardness.
"Mom, we can't do this!  It's, its way wrong!" Somehow, with her own cock
sawing in and out of her, she was powerless to prevent her mother from
rubbing the head of her cock over the pretty pussy that brought her into
this world.  She shuddered as the downy soft curls of her mother's neatly
trimmed blonde bush tickled her sensitive penis.  "Mom, we can't!"



   "Hush darling.  Let mommy take care of everything." Amber sat, letting
the wonderful thick shaft of her daughter sink deep into her welcoming
body. "Oh sweetheart, you're so much like your sire!" she sighed as the
penis seated fully within her.



   "Mom, we, we gotta stop!" Abby squealed.  This was too messed up for
words!  She had read a few mommy incest stories, and felt guilty as hell
while cleaning the gooey mess up later.  She always vowed never to read
that filth again and deleted them from her hard drive.  Days later, she
would end up seeking them out again on the nasty story sites.  Now she was
living her most taboo forbidden fantasy while she was fucking herself from
last night!  This was twisted!  This was wrong!  She frantically grabbed at
her mother's legs, trying to somehow find the strength to stop things from
getting any weirder.  "Mom, I, I can't fuck you.  I'll get in trouble. 
Aunt Rue will hate me forever!"



   "Mommy will take care of everything." Amber whispered as she began to
roll her hips.  "Nobody will hate anybody.  I promise you, my darling!"



   Biting her lip, the redhead tried and tried to ignore her traitorous
body's feelings.  She was ruining herself, and ruining her family.  Why did
it have to feel so good!  Her hands sort of made their way to her mother's
wide hips.  "Mom, please don't!" she gasped, while trying to urge the curvy
blonde to move even more.  "Mommy, please get off!  I, I gotta stop me!  I
don't wanna baby!"



   "Abigail, you are so beautiful." Amber sighed as she began to thrust
herself onto her daughter's hardness.  "You will give yourself such a
lovely baby!"



   Lost in a confusing sea of emotions, the frightened teen whimpered and
moaned as her lovely mother rode her like one of the girls in some nasty
porn video.  "We have to stop." She breathed as the cock within her began
to steadily increase its thrusting.  "I, I gotta stop me cumming in me!"



   "Darling Abigail, mommy is here for you." Her mother said huskily as she
leaned lower and lower.  "Mommy wants you to feel wonderful." She breathed
as their ample breasts pressed together.



   Parking the car, Rue stepped out onto the driveway as she adjusted her
silly cap.  "I'll never live this down." She muttered, trying to keep the
smile off of her face.  She was sure her deerstalker adorned image was
already on several blogs and websites.  She had even borrowed Chief
Nelson's nasty old Meerschaum pipe to complete the look.  The Chief said he
would email that image to her later.  Abby was sure to like that!  She
walked up to the front door and slipped her key into the lock.



   Abby was going crazy!  She wanted this to stop, but part of her wanted
it to never end!  "What was that?" she squealed, knowing full well the
sound of a key turning in the front door.  "Mom, get off!  You gotta get
off right now!" The teen wriggled and twisted, but it was no use!  She was
too close to the edge!  She tried to cry out again, but her mother's lips
descended to claim hers as the door opened wide.



   "Merry Christmas!" Rue called cheerfully as she stepped into the house.
She actually closed the door behind her before her eyes registered just
what she was seeing.  Her wife was naked, on top of their daughter, humping
away like a bitch in heat!  "Oh my fucking God, Amber, Abby, what the hell
are you doing?"



   Abby was powerless to stop things.  The penis within her gave a mighty
jerk, and once again she was flooding herself with her own semen.  To make
matters worse, aunt Rue was watching as she exploded up into mom!  Wailing
beneath the shuddering woman, the teen once again felt a heady mix of shame
and ecstasy in her terrible predicament.



   "Amber, what the hell are you doing?" Rue screamed.  "That's our
daughter!" Face nearly as red as her hair, the detective tried to ignore
the sudden iron hard presence trapped beneath the straps she wore in
public. "Abby, that's MY wife!"



   Amber threw back her head and cried out as her body succumbed to the
joyous spasms her daughter had given her.  Eyes opening almost comically
wide, she stared up at her angry spouse.  Nothing could stop things now,
and she only panted and shuddered as Rue watched her climax.



   Abby whimpered.  She couldn't stop it!  Her stupid cock was jerking and
throbbing as she squirted a load right up into mom, even as her cock from
last night ejaculated once again into her straining spasming body.



   Slumping against the door, Rue snatched the cap from her head and held
it in front of her crotch.  "My own wife betrays me, with our daughter?"



   Abby panted as her breathing slowly returned to normal.  "Oh no, oh
please no!" she cried, covering her face with her hands.  Her world was
about to end!  "Don't let this be happening!"



   Amber took a steadying breath.  "Merry Christmas, honey." She said
calmly.  "Did your friends like my book?"



   "How dare you?" Rue gasped.  "How dare you go behind my back, with our
own daughter yet?"



   The blonde climbed unsteadily to her feet, semen oozing from her body to
run down her thighs.  "Rue darling, I love you." She paused, before
continuing with ice in her normally dulcet voice.  "But don't you ever take
that tone with me!  I forgave you with all my heart, but don't you ever
think I forgot about catching you in the back yard, giving that UPS lady a
special delivery!" She smiled to take the sting out of her words.  "How
could I forget?  I've been making your child support payments out of the
profits from my book sales for seven years now."



   If anything, Rue turned redder.  "If you stopped me, instead of just
watching from the side of the house, I would have pulled out before I
knocked the bitch up!"



   "Tut-tut!  Molly is such a sweet girl.  I won't have you calling her
names just because you thought she was on the pill!"



   "But Amber, that's our daughter!" The redhead cried, while pointing at
the still erect futanari whimpering on the floor.



   "Rue, she's in trouble.  I was just trying to help."



   "What the hell is that?" The detective shouted when she finally noticed
the shimmering lights obscuring Abby's vagina from view.



   Abby felt a sensation of movement.  "Oh no, it isn't over!" she cried,
as she sensed herself being placed on the pottery wheel.  "Mom, aunt Rue,
help me!"



   Rue gulped.  "Amber, what is this?" she whispered, as Abby's cock once
again surged to its proud full girth.  "Holy shit, I think she's bigger
than me!"



   "Just a touch, honey." The blonde said with a smile.  "We're going to be
grandparents.  Darling Abigail is impregnating herself."



   "Amber, I have no idea what you're talking about, but, answer me one
question." Rue took a deep breath.  "Are you wearing your diaphragm?"



   It was Amber's turn to blush.  "Um, there wasn't time." She whispered
with a sweet smile.  "I guess Abigail will have a sister as well as a
daughter.  You did tell me that you futanari breed true."



   Abby couldn't believe what she was hearing.  "Somebody help me!  I don't
want any babies at all!  Aunt Rue, destroy the portal!  Oh no.  I'm about
to fuck me again!  Cut up the foam!  Shoot it or something!"



   The detective stared.  "She, she's really screwing herself?"



   Amber put a hand on her spouse's budge.  "Yes, Abigail is making love to
herself.  She's going to give us a grandchild.  Isn't that wonderful?" Deft
hands swiftly unbuckled Rue's belt.  Her slacks fell around her ankles as
Amber began working on the restraining straps.  "Don't fib to me and say
our lovely darling isn't turning you on.  You're hard as a rock while
staring at her."



   Abby squealed.  "No, it's spinning!  I, I'm drilling into me!" She felt
the vibration of the motor being transmitted to her through the rapidly
rotating penis jabbing into her.  "Oh God, it's too much!" she cried as her
body shook.



   "Incest is against the law." Rue gasped as her cock sprang free.  She
sighed.  At least she was free of temptation while Abby's sweet young pussy
was hidden from view.  Having one herself, Rue was never really tempted by
another cock.  She watched as the beautiful teen writhed on the floor. 
"Wait, what are you doing?" she gasped as she nearly tripped her way out of
her pants.  "Oh no, not that!"



   Amber pulled her spouse and led Rue toward Abby.  "Our baby needs our
help." She whispered, as she guided her weakly struggling mate closer to
their daughter.



   "Oh wait, no!" Rue gasped as her knees nearly gave out.  "What are you
doing?" Somehow she couldn't stop her determined wife from positioning her
over their squirming daughter.  "Are you kidding?" she sank lower,
squatting over the whimpering teen.  "I'm a virgin!" She protested.  "You
know that!  I don't do dick.  I just supply it!"



   "Mom, no!" Abby gasped, as the blonde once again grasped her throbbing
cock.  "I gotta stop me!  I don't wanna have any babies!  Dependants are
against the rules!"



   Rue gasped as her wife rubbed their daughter's cock over her wetness. 
Her own cock throbbed at the wonderful sensations.  "I, I can't do this! 
For God's sake Amber, at least go to the bedroom and get Abby a condom! 
You know our cycles are in sync!  I could get pregnant too!"



   "More babies?' Abby wailed as her cock was pressed against wonderful
warmth.  "Oh no, we can't do this!  I can't have babies and be in the
Academy!"



   Rue let out an explosive breath as Amber sort of shoved her into place.
Abby's cock speared into her as she abruptly sat on the teen's body.  It
tore away her thirty-seven year old virginity in a split second.  "Oh fuck,
she is big!" the redhead gasped as her daughter bottomed out in her.  There
was very little pain, and even that was forgotten as Rue experienced being
filled by her daughter.  "Abby, you, you're wonderful!  We, we'll just do
this a little bit.  Then, then maybe your mom can take your load again if
you feel like cumming.  She's probably knocked up anyway.  The timing is
too damned perfect."



   Abby let out a wail.  "It sped up!" she cried, as she thrust her hips
upward.



   Rue's eyes opened wide.  "What, no!  It's jerking in me!  Oh shit! 
She's cumming already!  Oh my God, I'm gonna get pregnant from this!  I'll
have to go on maternity leave like some stupid rookie getting herself
knocked up on a one night stand!" That seemed to change the detective's
mind.  As Abby wailed and cried, Rue ignored her waning soreness and threw
herself into riding the quivering shaking redheaded beauty!



   Abby slowly came to realize that she was no longer within herself. 
"Aunt Rue, it, it's over." She gasped.  "You, you can stop now."



   Panting, the detective kept on riding the still hard cock.  "Hell no! 
I, I'm almost there!  If I have to be pregnant, I'm gonna enjoy this!"
Leaning down, her long red hair mingled with Abby's while she passionate
kissed her flushed and panting daughter.  Forcing her tongue into Abby's
sweet cool mouth, Rue exploded!  Her cock jerked, soaking both of their
blouses with a truly huge amount of semen as her body quivered and shook!



   The teen gasped as she felt the golf ball filled condom being shoved up
into her poor abused little pussy.  That final humiliation seemed to cross
some kind of wire within her fevered mind.  She arched her back and thrust
up at aunt Rue, her cock jerking and dancing as she ejaculated once again.



   The teen stayed good and hard for another hour as her loving parents
took turns trying to ease her turgid cock into flaccid submission with
their trembling bodies.  Between the women, they managed to make Abby
climax three more times before the spell came to and end.



   Finally, it was all over.  The swirling vortex of the portal vanished as
abruptly as it arrived.  Tired weak and finally flaccid, Abby tried to hold
it in.  "Don't look!" she begged as the final self imposed indignation
struck.  With a squelching slurp, the golf ball filled condom oozed out of
her body to flop onto the floor between her widely spread legs.  This was
followed by what may have been the mother of all creamy-pies!



   Amber watched in awe as a truly massive amount of semen simply flowed
from their daughter's vagina.  It looked like several pints of pearly goo
were spreading out over the floor.  "Rue dear, now I'm glad you insisted on
hard wood flooring for the living room.  I don't even want to think about
the bill for cleaning all of that from a carpet!"



   Rue picked up the slimy ball filled condom from the still growing puddle
of semen.  "Abby, did you do this too?" She looked closer.  "I think it has
money in it.  Did you give yourself a tip?" Without thinking, she sort of
absentmindedly gave the gooey mess a swipe of her tongue.



   The teen didn't answer.  She only snored softly as she slipped into a
well earned sleep while her parents passed the condom encased golf balls
back and forth as they licked it clean.



   The next morning Abby gingerly squirmed as her parents drove her to a
certain book store.  There didn't seem to be a way to sit comfortably after
she had ravaged herself so completely yesterday.  "I'm sorry, but this
isn't my fault!" she insisted.



   "Whose fault is it, young lady?" Her mother asked not unkindly.  "You
spent all morning convincing us that you were silly enough to attempt
fucking yourself without protection through some kind of magical portal. 
Now you say it isn't your fault, but it's a fact that you've already
conceived and planted a baby in your own tummy?"



   "I told you!  It's that fucking witch's fault!  It's what her damn spell
called for!"



   "Watch how you talk to your mother, kiddo." Rue said sharply.  "She's
most likely expecting too, you know."



   "As are you, dear heart." Amber said with a serene smile as she patted
her mate's arm.



   "Don't remind me!" The detective sighed.  "We, uh, "discussed" your role
in this mess last night!  What made you think I wanted to be pregnant too?"



   Amber squirmed a little in the passenger seat.  "I'm sorry dear." She
said with a happy grin, her bottom still quite warm from the firm spanking
her mate had given her.  "You'll look so adorable when your belly starts to
grow."



   Rue shot her mate a look, but couldn't help a grin of her own. 
"Whatever!  I can still hardly believe this.  We all got carried away, but
Abby, whatever made you pick the day we all were ovulating to perform your
little magic experiment?  Young lady, you know their rules.  The Air Force
Academy is now barred to you since you're so sure you're pregnant.  As soon
as you officially test positive with a pregnancy test performed by Doctor
Collins, you'll have to contact them to turn down the appointment."



   "I know." Abby sighed sadly.  "I already started composing the letter."



   Rue sighed too.  "Abby, I love you with all my heart, but you have to
realize all the consequences of your actions.  Things are about to get very
hectic in our family, and your mother and I expect your complete
cooperation.  Any thought of college at all is on hold.  That is at least
until we all wean our babies and get them on solid food.  If I were you,
I'd plan on at least a year's delay, maybe even two.  Since the babies will
all be born after your graduation, I'll give you just one guess on which
unemployed teen mommy with time on her hands will get all the late night
feedings!"



   "Yes aunt Rue." Abby said sadly, her dreams now as far out of reach as
the moon itself.  "I know you have your career and mom needs her time to
write.  I understand all that, but it still isn't my fault!" She pointed
out the window.  "See, just like I told you!  That's the damn, um; I mean
the stupid witch's store!"



   Leading the way, Abby threw open the door.  "It's all your fault!" the
teen yelled indignantly as she stormed, slightly bowlegged, into the shop.



   Rue looked at the kindly woman who smiled at them.  She couldn't help
smiling back.  "She's rather glamorous to be a witch.  Where's the pointy
hat and warty nose?"



   Amber gave the woman a quick once-over with a critical eye.  "Darling,
where did you find that dress?  It looks simply divine on you."



   Abby stomped her foot.  "No, don't like her!  She ruined me!"



   "Who ruined whom, child?" Amara said softly.



   The teen blushed.  "You, uh, you ruined me, and messed up my whole
family!"



   "Please excuse us for a moment." Amara sighed.  "I have something to
show your lovely daughter, and then we can talk."



   Abby followed the witch up the narrow flight of stairs.  "You better not
do anything to me!  My aunt Rue is a cop!  She'll shoot you if anything bad
happens!"



   "Child, close your mouth and open your eyes." Amara switched on a small
portable television, and pressed play on a digital video recorder.



   Shocked disbelief led to tears.  "I'm evil!" Abby cried, after watching
herself being loaded into a police car.  "I hurt Lisa!  They were right to
beat up!"



   "I'm afraid there's a little more."



   As the recording ended, Abby sat in stunned silence for about a minute.
"I, I'm gonna die?" It started slow, but soon her body was wracked by
pitiful sobs.  "I deserved that too!  I, I'll write out a will and
apologize to everyone!"



   Amara hugged the girl to her.  "Hush, you aren't going to die.  Time can
be rewritten.  That future is no more."



   "What are you, Doctor Who?" Abby whimpered.  "I'm evil, so I deserve to
die!"



   "Child, you very nearly made a terrible mistake, but you are not evil.
If I sensed any malignant tendencies within you, I would have let events
take their natural course."



   "But I was gonna hurt Lisa!" Her voice dropped to a whisper.  "I was
gonna rape some poor girl with the portal, too." She gulped.  "I, I was
gonna do all the things I did to me, to some innocent total stranger!" She
sobbed again, thinking of her shame as she deleted every single Chikan
video from her iPad and desktop computer.  The thought of watching one now
made her feel queasy.  "I was gonna RAPE someone!" she whispered.



   "You didn't.  Remember that!  At the very worst, you rather forcibly
masturbated yourself.  What happened with your lovely parents was purely
consensual on their part." Amara kissed Abby's forehead.  "Would you like
to see what your future now holds?" She patted the girl's tummy and smiled
knowingly.  "I can already tell you that all of your children will share in
your unique heritage.  I even know exactly when all four babies will be
born." She laughed at Abby's startled look.  "I'm sure your detective sire
will be interested in learning that she is carrying twins."



   "Twins, oh my God!  Thank goodness I'm only carrying one, but aunt Rue
might kill me when she finds out I shot two babies into her!  Let's just
keep that secret for a while.  Maybe when she sees it in the sonogram it
won't be as shocking to her."



   "Come child; let me show you what the future now has in store for you.
It may not be what you dreamed of, but I think you'll grow to like it."



   Abby glanced over at the crystal ball, and shook her head.  "No way! 
I'm done with magic!" She felt her face grow warm.  "Um, will that portal
still only link to me, even if I'm not a virgin any more?"



   Amara smiled.  "I fibbed just a little about the spell.  I knew you fit
the criteria of your exacting demands, and I could sense exactly where you
were in your cycle.  I simply made sure the timing was right if you started
at midnight, since I knew you were to ovulate the following noon.  If you
chant that particular spell again, it will always lock onto you twelve
hours in the future, any time you attempt to use it."



   Abby turned a becoming shade of pink.  "Maybe I'm not quite through with
magic yet.  You just said I really am knocked up.  How can I make things
worse?  You said yourself.  It's just masturbation.  I'll have to be extra
special careful with the timing.  I just have to make darn sure I'll be
somewhere all alone twelve hours later."



   Knowing the child's now happy future, Amara smiled.  "Or perhaps you can
arrange to be with a very special friend."



   When they returned to the shop, Abby rushed to her parents and grabbed
their hands.  "Mom, aunt Rue, I'm so sorry!  It was all my fault!  Amara
was only helping me.  I shouldn't have blamed her.  I made a stupid mistake
and now I'm pregnant.  I didn't mean for you guys to get mixed up in this
too, but at least we don't have to waste money buying three pregnancy tests
now.  Amara already confirmed everything."



   "Darling, hush!" her mother warmed.



   Rue clapped a hand over the teen's mouth.  "We can discuss this later,
in private."



   A petite girl stepped from behind a bookcase.  "Oh Abby, I'm so sorry!"
Lisa said softly.  "What are you going to do now?  They won't let a
pregnant girl in the Air Force Academy.  Even I know that."



   Abby stared at her friend.  "I, I guess you know I made a really big
mistake." Her hand went protectively to her tummy.  "It won't be too long
before everyone at school will see how dumb I was." She felt tears in her
eyes once again.  It was still too painful to dwell on her shattered
dreams. "After all that bragging I did about being accepted into the
Academy, I'll be just another stupid girl graduating with a big belly. 
Everyone will think I'm some kind of stupid bimbo slut now that I ruined my
own future!"



   "They will not!" The dainty Asian smiled and stood tall.  "I'll beat up
anyone that gives you a hard time!" She looked at the oversized watch on
her delicate wrist.  "Oh poop!  I have to go catch up with momma.  Call me
tonight." She said with an odd gleam in her eyes.  Lisa glanced at her
friend's parents, and then whispered.  "You can tell me all the juicy
details later.  It'll make you feel a lot better to have someone to talk
to." With a hopeful smile, she ran from the shop.



   Amber hugged her gently sobbing daughter.  "Your future is not ruined,
darling.  It's just changed, that's all."



   Abby took a deep breath and managed to stop her crying.  She gave her
mother a brave little smile.  "You'll never know just how changed, but I
guess it'll be okay now."



   Rue shook her head and motioned the shopkeeper away from her family. 
"Ma'am, I'm still not sure exactly what went on here, but your secret is
safe with us." She clasped the witch's hand and shook it warmly before
leaning close to whisper in the older woman's ear.  "I suspect Abby didn't
intend on targeting herself.  She had her heart set on becoming an Air
Force test pilot and some day entering astronaut training.  She wouldn't
throw all that away by putting a baby in herself.  I want to thank you for
preventing our daughter from making a dreadful mistake that would haunt her
for the rest of her life."



   "It was my pleasure, detective." Amara said with a serene smile.  "Abby
is a good girl.  She just needed a little nudge to set her on the right
path."



   Rue rubbed the back of her neck and blushed.  "Some nudge!"



   Amber smiled when Rue and the glamorous witch rejoined them.  "Darling,
you must join me for luncheon some time.  I simply have to know where you
found that gorgeous dress!"



   "Guys, can we go now?" Abby said softly.  "I'm hungry, and we're all
eating for two." She couldn't help giggling when she looked at aunt Rue. 
"Uh, more or less, anyway."



   Rue looked at her daughter and had a sudden sinking feeling.  "Just what
did that snicker mean, young lady?" She demanded as the small but soon to
greatly expand family headed for the door.



   Amara watched as Abby and her loving parents left her shop.  It was just
as well that the child hadn't wanted to see her new future.  Some things
should be left as a pleasant surprise.  The witch still felt a little misty
eyed when she thought of how lovely Abby and Lisa looked in their matching
wedding gowns, both smiling sweetly, each with a gentle hand on the other's
swollen belly.





   Fin