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Tello awoke with a bit of a start. A high-pitched chirp tickled his inner ear, going off every three seconds. At first he thought it was an alarm, but he hadn't set any. Working to get up, he saw a message was waiting for him. He opened the interface, and Doctor Mindleby's picture showed as the sender.

You can start having fun now! But start out slow, got it?

He shook his head, walking on stiff legs toward the noise that was beginning to grate on his nerves. He looked about the bed, but there was nothing that immediately caught his attention. He crawled upon it so that he could cut toward the nightstand, on the other side.

The noise came from within the nightstand. He pulled out the drawer. Inside, in an almost comical sense, an array of condoms, bottles of lubricant, a box of tissue, and a chip with some softcore pornographic pictures were all packed into the drawer. There were a few modern items, too, one of which was the source of the noise.

The small ring of synthecyte tissue chirped in notification. Around its perimeter was a petite electrical apparatus, with a mesh net that covered one side of the ring. Small, bioluminescent lights twinkled about its brim in different colors as it chirped.

It was officially called a quantum pocket, or quantum purse. Much like the gates, it was hooked into the network of alignment matrices, and could form wormholes to allow instant transportation.

But, in this case, they were significantly smaller; mainly used for passing small items to and from a reserve, as implied by its name. They required much less energy to sustain, the most efficient models drawing their energy directly from the user.

They were flexible, modular, and all-purpose.

The one Tello held in his hand, however, had a very specific purpose, and was often referred to by a name that came from a similar, more crude predecessor: Glory Hole.

Tello answered the chime, establishing the neural connection.

He heard a giggle.

"H--Hi there," the girlish voice greeted.

"Hello," he greeted back.

She giggled again. "You... You sound cute." She complimented.

"You too," he replied.

"I'm um... I'm trying to go to sleep, but... I'm having trouble."

In his hands, the glory hole gently vibrated as the mesh layer over the one side of the ring glowed, and became the familiar, rippling-metallic portal.

"Would you mind, uhm... H-Helping a desperate girl out?"

Tentatively, Tello dipped his fingers into the wormhole. In the audio channel, he heard another giggle.

"Silly boy, that's not what I mean," she playfully huffed.

But all the same, Tello's fingertips were guided to brush against a kind of flesh he had come to know well. He pulled his fingers free.

"C'mon..." She urged. "I wanna play with your dick. Please? It's not gonna get cut off, I promise." She giggled, and then her voice came through low and sultry. "I'll squeeze you gently."

"S--Sorry," he replied. "I just... N-Never done this kinda thing before."

There was a pause, before her voice admitted: "Me neither."

Biting his lip, the fox boy manipulated the ring of synthetic tissue between his fingers. The ring itself was rather flexible, so that it could fit over his natural size. But, as he half-expected, the ring appeared it would fit him perfectly. He slid the rift in space over his head and down his length, his tip entering a change in temperature and acquiring a peculiar sense of disembodiment.

The edge of the wormhole butted up against his sheath. He reached down to tug the tissue over his testicles, feeling the same subtle chilliness. His body then assimilated the synthetic tissue temporarily while the portal was in effect, and at least the chilliness subsided.

"Oh gosh!" The girl gasped. "I actually have to scale you down a notch or two."

He blushed. "Yeah right," he replied skeptically.

"C'mon, don't be that way."

His stomach tensed as he felt his girth ensnared within her arms. The feeling was completely foreign, and yet he could almost see it happening. She was literally hugging his boyhood, tossing and turning on her bed like she was snuggling her teddy bear.

"If you care about your size," she admonished, "then don't get mad when a girl compliments you. Even if she's lying, at least she's trying to be nice. Besides."

He twitched as he felt a kiss upon his tip.

"I don't hafta lie about you."

A shiver went down his spine. He reclined onto his bed, not quite sure what to really do. He gazed down at the smooth curve where his penis should be, feeling motion in the disembodied appendage. Out of habit, he reached down to cup the area, as if to idly fondle himself, but with nothing there to really hold, he was left supporting the glory hole.

Meanwhile she was giggling with delight in his ears, and on the other side of the wormhole his shaft felt the changes in gravity and gentle brushes of wind as she moved him about by the hilt on her end. Then, he felt soft fur on either side of his appendage, gently squeezing it.

She burst into laughter. "I'm sorry!" She said, amidst chuckles of embarrassment. "I'm just... Putting it between.. My legs, pretending... Like it's my own thingy."

He felt a rush of wind and a bounce as she must have flopped back onto the bed.

"If I put it on my mound," she said, "it makes it look like it's mine." She giggled again. "I feel like I could make any girl I want get on her knees and worship me with this thing," she joked.

"Y--You could," he replied. "This setup comes with a strap-on part... That way you can use a real d--dick as a proxy..."

"Aww, s--stuttery?" She teased. "So... Is this how you guys jerk off?"

He held his breath as her hand suddenly wrapped about his girth, slowly pumping up and down. "Y--Yeah," he replied, curling his toes. The position of the hand felt so familiar--and yet, it was not his own.

"You're so cute," she cooed. "Am I doing it right? Will you cum if I keep going?"

"U--Uhm..."

"Be honest," she squeezed him. "Guide me. Tell me what to do. It's my first time jacking off, so I need your help."

He rolled to the side on the bed, curling up at her words as she accompanied them with gentle squeezes. Letting out soft breaths, he came to his senses. "K--Keep going up and down, and rub your thumb over the tip."

"Like this?" She questioned.

He felt the soft pad of her thumb grazing over his urethral opening. "N--Not that far over, I m-meant like where the barbs are."

"Oh! So like this."

Her change drew an audible grunt from him.

"Sorry!" She whimpered. "I'm so sorry! I didn't know it would hurt!"

"Nuh-no," he reassured. "It f--h'it-felt good just..." He collected himself, rolling onto his back once more. "I just... Can't see, so it was a surprise... Hard to expect."

"I'm gonna do it again, okay?" She warned.

He nodded, and, even though she could neurally feel it, spoke the reply.

Her hand was gentle, almost apologetically so. She pumped him with a tender grip, and though he would have preferred her to be a bit more firm, the gentleness of it was conflictingly just as pleasing. Her thumb rubbed, and occasionally flicked over, the top of his tip and barbs. With each flick, he complimented her with a soft moan.

"Use your... Your other hand," he instructed, "squeeze around the base."

"Kinda tricky, cuz I hafta hold your cock up," she reminded. But, nevertheless, he felt the gentle pressure. "Is this even working at all?" She questioned.

"Yeah," he replied. "You can... Go up and down faster and squeeze tighter..."

She complied. "My arm's getting tired," she admitted. "Are you... Gonna be able to cum like this?"

"If you keep going," he replied.

For a minute or so more, she pumped him, taking few-second breaks now and then. He could hear the sounds as her fingers went up and down his length through her own audio channel. It was a bit tough getting into the groove at first, but then he remembered the picture. He looked at the cute little badger's cunny, recalling the way it had bared down upon his girth.

"My name's Gabby," the girl said. "Would you, uhm... Call my name, when you cum?" She requested.

"Sure," he hummed. "Keep going... I'm close."

Hearing her panting on the other end, she held her breath and slowed down for a few seconds. Then, she went back at it with renewed vigor, encouraged by his words. He felt a little bad; he wasn't lying, but at the same time he was just teetering over the edge and stepping back.

Jacking off just felt so plain after all he had just done.

And yet, "G--Gabby! I'm--I'm gonna--!"

"Oh gosh! Oh gosh, you're cumming!"

He called her name again, barely registering the coo she responded with. He pressed the mesh to his pelvis with both hands, his hips thrusting up, feeling his release into the empty air on the other side. On one hand, it felt wonderful as always; on the other, he was a tad disappointed it wasn't bloating an immature little womb.

"Jeez boy!" She commented with wonder. "It's... it's everywhere!"

He blushed. "S-S-Sorry," was all he could think to say.

"No way!" She retorted. "That was amazing! It was like, goosh! It even hit the ceiling! Now it's dripping down... A lot of it's on me, too. The smell!"

He heard her inhale a few times, each followed by a pleasant exhale.

"I hope that musk never goes away." She brought his penis to her cheek to nuzzle it. "I'll be wet non-stop with that smell around. Ooo--"

He twitched and spasmed as he felt the gentle fur against his barbs, and thought she had cooed from that. But her comment followed.

"It's even warmer than before--like it's got a fever."

"Th-Th--That's--"

"Shh," she hushed, the air of her shushing blowing over his warm, post-climactic member. "Don't. I know you're tired. While you get your oomf back, I'm gonna give you a good look-see... Is that okay?"

He rolled onto his side again, quivering. "Y-Yeah... Of course," he replied, delighted to oblige.

As he quivered on the bed, mixed with excitement and apprehension at this touch-don't-look interaction, the girl who literally held his masculinity in her hands did just as she had promised. Her fingertips touched and tickled every spot, turning him about and feeling him in every way.

She gently squeezed him between her fingers, testing his firmness from tip to base. She touched his barbs, both running her pads over them broadly, and prodding them individually. She gently set her fingers on either side of his preputial ring, and traced her fingertip all about its circumference by rotating him with her other hand. She explored his every vein and dimple, all the while hearing his reactions in a mix of suppression and boyish delight.

"You're so trusting," she complimented, holding him in both hands with one end in each palm. She kissed him all along the top, from her left to her right--his base to his tip. The penis surged, twitched, and squirmed in her hands. "Trusting boys get a reward..." She nuzzled his barbs with her cheek. "I hope you're not claustrophobic..." She giggled. "I'm a bit cramped."

He chuckled. "Don't worry, I'll be fine." He was sure there were tighter fits than Chastity, but he was also pretty sure they were few and far between.

"Whell, hokay then," she mocked.

He spasmed on the bed when he felt his tip brush against what was certainly her mound. His ear tickled as she giggled, rubbing his very tip upon her downy fur. Then, the rubbing became more deliberate, and the angle changed. It only took him a few seconds, and possibly the sharp squeaks that sent rushes of adrenaline through him, to understand the grazing he felt near his barbs was her clitoris.

"You like my barbs, don't ya?" He seductively growled.

She whimpered her sweet reply.

"I got them especially for the girls who let me in," he admitted. "I heard a lot of girls really liked the way they scratch their itch."

"Uh-huh," she replied. "We girls have really deep and aggravating itches. Can I use you to scratch mine? Pretty-please?"

"I'm all yours," he replied. "Scratch away."

Her reply was a moan, and he grunted with pleasure as his tip grazed over her soft petals before it was enveloped in the damp, silken passage. He let out low growls of satisfaction as she deliberately went slow.

She would pant for a moment, little whimpers coming over the audio channel. Then, she would hold her breath and tense her body, and wriggle more of him in. A few centimeters later, the raking of his barbs and the outward pressure he put on her small passage became too overwhelming, and she went back to panting and whimpering.

"You're doing so good, sweetie," he complimented. "You're almost half way; just remember not to relax and--"

"I know, I know, I know--Oh-oh-oh-oh--Eep! Hmm--mmm--mmm--mmm..." She let out even breaths, as if she had just run a sprint. The preputial ring pushed into her, the sensation of being stretched around it almost stinging.

"Please," he begged, squirming on his bed. "I know you can do it--just a little deeper. I'll count to three and just push it in all in one go, okay?"

"O--O--Okay," she panted, working up the courage.

He vainly tried to quell his heartbeat, feeling it pulse in his disembodied cock. He could only imagine what it looked like, his girth spreading her delicate folds as she splayed her thighs and plunged him forth with both hands clasped over the base of her end of the glory hole.

It had the unique difference that there was no sense of the rest of his body to get in the way or impede her. No hips to brush her knees and thighs; no pelvis to bump against hers. Just his raw girth from tip to hilt, there for any angle she desired, and his balls to rest against her.

"One... two..." He heard her draw a breath. "Three!"

"Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah--Nnnngha!" She swallowed her groan, a shock running through her as his tip kissed her cervix and the barbs grazed against her ceiling.

He let out a groan. "That's it... Good girl," he complimented. "You got it all in."

"Fuck!" She exclaimed, a thump coming over the audio channel as she flopped back onto her bed. "It feels so good... Having a boy to squeeze on..." She growled huskily, doing just that, working out the tensions in her loins along his entire length.

He chuckled. "Is that all you're planning on doing?" He asked, twitching inside her. "I mean... I don't mind if that's all, just seems like it'd be hard to scratch itches that way."

"Hush," she huffed, breathing heavily. "A little girl like me needs to get used to big boys like you before we can start playing rough."

"How... How little?" He asked, swallowing.

"Hmm... Hang on..."

He heard some fumbling noises, and felt her soft passage gently squeeze and put pressure in certain ways. But, the attentions were not focused, they were more a side-effect of some other movement.

"There?"

"What?"

"Wait, whoops, um... No... Ack! There."

A visual channel snapped open within his mind. In it, he saw the base of his own erection, the bulb of his knot swollen and red. Beyond it, he saw her flower, right up close. He could see the delicate, taught skin of her clitoral hood, the pink bead of her clitoris peeking out from underneath. He saw the dimple of her urethra, squished a little from the girth in her vaginal canal just beneath it. On either side of the clitoral hood, he could see golden-colored fur. Most excitingly, he could see, in gross detail, the way his boyhood disappeared into her.

"Whoa..." he muttered, marveling at the view.

She giggled. "Wanna take a guess? Maybe you can tell just by looking at me down here."

He twitched, spasming on the bed. "S-Seven," he guessed.

"Younger."

"Six?"

"Almost there..."

"Five."

"Ding-ding-ding!"

His eyelids widened as he saw her thighs gently close in, and felt the light squeeze. "You look really cute," he complimented through a sigh.

"You say that to all the flowers you oogle," she lightly accused.

"Don't be that way," he countered.

She let out a bashful, fluttery noise. "You... Want me to keep the visual on?" She asked.

"You don't have to," he said with understanding.

"I just don't want you to get motion-sick... Or something..."

"It's okay, you don't have to," he repeated.

"Be... Be honest," she prefaced, "you wanna watch it... Right?"

He let the question settle in the air for a second, before answering: "Yes." After a few heartbeats, he heard a steadying breath over the audio channel. The lighting changed slightly, as her hand reached down to grip the base of the glory hole. Then, it adjusted back to where he could see every detail.

"You haven't told me your name, yet." She remarked.

"Tello," he replied, watching as her flower receded and feeling that he was gently pulled back.

She let out a girlish grunt when his preputial ring slipped out of her labia, her thighs twitching in response to the sudden spike in pleasure. "You remember mine?"

"Gabby," he answered, as his penis was withdrawn until only the tip stayed in, but barely. He caught a brief glimpse of just how slick and wet his length was, and from this perspective he could see the contour of his pecker; the light softly reflected off of the juices he had acquired from her depths.

Then, rather quickly, her flower filled the visual channel once more. But he saw it go in; saw the ring pass back through her folds, and saw her feminine arousal dribble from her petals when his knot bumped her vulva. Amidst the motion, her voice tickled his ears, "Oh! Tello..."

"Mmm... Such a tight little girl, Gabby," he complimented. Watching his dick on the out-stroke, he saw how her labia minora clung to it, the sensitive flesh tugged out into the open. His fur stood on end with pride when she let out another grunt when his median rib passed, this one less girlish and more heavily laced with passion.

He watched in fascination as she paused, and brought him back in, letting the ring pass through with another pleasured vocalization. His heart began to pound as he witnessed her discover, and use, the little accessory to his anatomy to her delight.

It popped in and out, each time accompanied by a gratified grunt or a pleasured whimper, and a twitch in her thighs or sudden contraction.

He enjoyed the contractions the most, letting out a murmur of enjoyment himself when it happened. He wondered if she picked up on it, or if she naturally gravitated toward doing it on her own; but either way, she began popping it in and contracting, and then pulling it out and squirming.

It wasn't as directly pleasurable for him, considering he focused on the tip, but it still filled him with pride and adoration that she was using it for a kind of pleasure she particularly wanted. There was something about watching a girl use his dick that made it thrilling. After all, this was all her; she was in control. He was just the tool, the faceless genitals that she needed to help curb her frustrations.

She had found what she liked about him, and she was thoroughly enjoying it.

"Nnngh! T-Tello, this thing!" She called out to him.

"You like it, I can tell," he said, his voice soft and sensual. "That's it, just like that. In-and-out..."

She let out a fluttery whimper, tilting him just slightly so that the angle of where it tugged and pulled as it passed touched just the right sensitive spots. Each breath took on a pleasured note, rising just a little every time.

"That's it... Don't fight it... Just let it happen, and don't forget to call my name."

Her whimpers turned into whines, her thighs quivering and her motions hastening so that his ring passed in and out faster and faster.

He felt a fluttery squeeze from ring to tip.

"T-Tell--Teh--Tell--Oooooooh!"

"Oh gosh! You're cumming," he groaned with delight. He closed his eyes, lifting his hips up and throwing his chin back, exposing as much of his front as he could out of instinct. The visual channel was still open, displaying behind his closed eyes, and it allowed him the most precious view of her twitching and squirming sex. He was driven all the way inside, almost forced to watch up-close and with full detail what he felt as her petals squeezed and milked him from clit to cervix. He could hear the muffled, lewd squelches of her contractions, powerful and turbulent as she worked through her throes.

After a few moments, her squirming nethers and swiveling pelvis calmed, and he could see the slight shadow of her tummy as it rose and fell with her breaths. Her fur was absolutely soaked, and the pink petals now had quite a red, rosy color to them. By the way the creases in her thighs on either side of his field of view were so taught, she must have been rather splayed, probably to help it cool off a little more.

He throbbed.

"Ngh!" She squeaked, and then let out a low giggle. "You silly little boy," she admonished. "Why didn't you cum with me?"

Warmth spread through his cheeks. "Cuz... I already came once when you jacked me off. It would've been two-against-one, and that's not fair to you."

She shimmied on the bed. "Aww, I take it back," she cooed. "You're a sweet little boy. But, I need you to make a mess in me so I can..." She broke her sentence to let out an adorably cute yawn. "...Sleeeeep," she grumbled.

"Most little girls want to be a read a story," he teased.

"You can try," she challenged.

"Hm... Okay, I got one." He smiled, adjusting the pillow to get more comfortable, and opened her profile. "Once upon a time, there was a little girl," he began. "The little girl accidentally put a terrible curse upon herself--it was like the opposite of the sleeping beauty. She was cursed to stay awake; the only way she could fall asleep was if a boy could fill her tight little tummy with everything he had.

"There was a problem, though. The curse also made it so that if she looked in the boy's eyes, he would lose interest in her, and reject her. So, she locked herself in her room, and used her magic carefully so that she could draw out the love from as many little boys as she needed, while hiding her face.

"While this helped keep the curse under control, it wore heavy on her heart. She was surprised at just how many little boys were so willing to help her get to sleep, and enjoyed all the pleasure and love that filled her little garden. But, she pined for a little boy to come and break the curse.

"The first little boy to lay her to sleep was known as a White Rabbit. This boy had wisdom beyond any she had ever known. He told her that there was, indeed, a boy that could help break her curse. He was somewhere out there, and eventually destiny would bring them together--but only when she was in a most desperate need.

"So, she waits, day after day. Night after night, she manages to coax a little boy to lay her to bed, wishing for the day she will be able to snuggle more than just their instrument of her slumber.

"The end."

Over the audio channel, he heard a sniffle. "That was a beautiful story." She said. "Do you think she'll ever find the little boy?"

"Of course she will," he said. "I've read thousands of stories that are kinda like this. But it feels like, to me, the girl hasn't gotten to the part where she desperately needs someone."

"What do you think that means?" She asked. "When it says: 'when she's desperate?'"

"I dunno exactly, but..." He took a deep breath. "If I had to guess, I think this is a story about rejection. I think the curse represents her anxiety and self-image, and she's terrified that if the little boys see her as anything beyond a pleasant little flower for them to snuggle into, she'll be rejected. The White Rabbit is trying to tell her that there is at least one boy that won't reject her, and until she braves the chance of rejection, she won't be able to find him."

"Wow," she giggled. "Deep."

He chuckled. "I might be over-thinking it."

"No, I mean your gigantic cock," she said. "I forgot just how deep it was. It's like right against my cervix."

He twitched.

"Ooo!" She cooed. "I felt that, it made my womb go all squirmy." She sighed with pleasure. "You were so sweet to tell me a story, but it didn't really help that much," she lamented. "I know for sure that if you fill my tummy with your cum, that'll do the trick," she declared. "The way it feels all swollen, and sticky, and warm... It's so soothing, I dunno why. It's like drinking warm milk, I guess. Just... Calms me down. Makes me feel comforted and snuggly inside, instead of empty and lonely."

"I did say most little girls," he reminded her.

"I guess I'm one of the ones that fall out of that lump," she observed. "So... Let's see... What does he like, hm?"

The fox boy watched as she tapped her mound, just above her clitoris. Then, the fingertip pressed down toward it, sensually teasing it.

"Oh my..." She said with intrigue.

He licked his lips, realizing she was reading his profile.

"Is that so...?" She commented, gently settling her fore- and middle- fingertips on either side of her little nub.

He swallowed nervously. "Is... Is what so?"

"Noooothing," she teased, her hand moving away.

He gasped when he felt her squeeze.

She giggled. "Sorry, but I was just thinking..."

He winced as he felt her finger trace over his knot.

"By the looks of it, It's not gonna take very much effort on my part to get what I want from you," she observed. "I hope that doesn't sound mean... It's just really easy to see how to make you putty in my hands," she said sweetly, gripping the base of the glory hole. "But I guess I'm not being so mean if you wanted it to be that way. Plus," she adjusted her posture, widening her thighs. "You're about to get the kind of treatment you really want. If you're ready, that is."

He let out his breath. "I'm... I'm ready..." He said.

"You sure?" She giggled, pulling him out a bit.

He whimpered. "Please..." He started to beg, thinking that she wanted that from him.

She whimpered in turn. "Aww, not like that. I can't tease you, you've been too sweet to me," she cooed. "Don't worry, I'll take good care of you. It's the least I can do to say thanks for spending time with me." She pulled him out almost all the way. "By the way, Tello?"

"Hm?" He asked, his head turned to the side and his cheek resting on the pillow, eyes closed and focusing on the visual channel clear in his mind.

"If you cum like how you did before every time, you're gonna knock me right out. So... Feel free to stay as long as you like, I don't mind, and then just leave when you feel like it. Okay?"

He nodded, too caught up in anticipating release to realize it was a moot gesture.

"You're so cute," she giggled, and moaned as she pulled him back in.

Tello tensed as he was slipped back into her warm embrace. His thighs clenched as he felt the pressure of her loins bare down about his girth, and his body spasmed as she gently ground his knot to her vulva and his tip against her cervix.

The actions lasted a few seconds, and he went limp when they relented.

"Three..." She counted, drawing him out.

He tried to breathe in, bracing himself, but he lost it all when she inserted him with a kind of twisting motion, grazing his barbs all the way down her channel in an unexpected way. His moan matched hers, and he spasmed with pleasure as she ground him even harder against her resistant entrances.

"Two..."

He gasped, breathing heavily, his muscles giving off little twitches. The next one was even more intense, her silken vice doubling in pressure, and doing so while she tried to get him in versus once he was already rooted and stable. He called her name, telling her how good it felt.

"O--One," she panted, and pulled him out and began bringing him back in without a break in between this time. Her heart thundered as he expressed his delight, her own body and voice returning the favor as she treated him to powerful contractions that were just shy of a full-blown orgasm.

When she drew him back, she pulled him all the way out. He whimpered, and she cooed. "Don't worry, my sweet little astronaut," she reassured, bringing him up to her lips. "Before you blast off... I just wanted say... Good night," she bid, giving him a kiss.

A tear fell from his eye. Before he had any chance to respond, he felt the warmth and constriction around him once again. Her notes of pleasure reached a squeaking pitch when both his knot and his tip breached their respective barriers.

The spray of her squirting passion blurred the lens of his visual channel.

His rocket throbbed as the engines engaged, and then lifted off with a blast of warm, sticky semen from its single jet. He reveled in her coos and whimpers as the after-burn settled in her womb, soothing and comforting her. He was a little frightened he had forgotten to hold back the serum that would spark her heat, but just a few moments after his orgasm settled he heard the distinct sound of snoring through the audio channel.

He used the time to catch his breath. He watched as his knot idly plugged her vestibule, disturbing her clitoris from its hood so that it stuck out and presented itself right to his eyes. It was as if the little nub were trying to gaze at him, to see who had helped drown her master into such a pleasantly deep dream.

Even in her sleep, her tunnel gripped him tightly, as if reluctant to let him go. He was almost jealous that he wasn't her prince, but he smiled inwardly.

Her Big-Synth was rather interesting. She was clearly a fan of fairy-tales, and had devised one of her very own. His pride felt almost as swollen as his boyhood, for it sounded as though he was able to help her subconscious out in the right way. Maybe someone else was able to get past the scramblers that prevented someone from outright telling her who was immune to the hypnosis she added to her eyes, but he liked to think his clever little bedtime story was the first time she had been given a clue about her self-induced predicament.

He was curious if the boy who was her prince--whose name and face he and anyone else who looked at her profile knew clear as day--was also behind a subconscious scrambler. Maybe her fairy-tale was his as well. Two lovers that wanted to see if their love was so strong it could bring them back together despite their efforts to actively set up ways to prevent it.

Listening to her snoring get louder and more aggressive, he chuckled, rolling onto his back once again. He gripped his end of the glory hole, and cut the audio channel. "Good night, sweet princess," he bid, sliding the apparatus off of his foxhood, and watching it turn into a ghostly quantum-remnant within her before it disappeared. It did give him the unique opportunity to feel her entrance close around him, for from the median rib to his tip he was literally fully enclosed in her girlhood.

The synthecyte ring slipped off his tip. A drip of his own seed spurt from her cervix and fell back on him through the quantum rift before it fully closed. As the Glory Hole was dropped to the side, settling on the bed, he inhaled her wonderful, lemony scent.

He rested for a moment, letting the fluids on his girth dry a bit, before sitting up. He slid off the bed, and stretched, the blood in his erection using the chance to cycle. He realized that the storm was still going on, and had spread to some other parts of his room. He shrugged, deciding to let the algorithm continue to do what it did.

He opened the map of the branch of the community he was in, and started looking for the Kiddie Pool.