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This specific scenario was loosely inspired by my friend Matkaja's wonderful story [url=https://inkbunny.net/s/2411241/]A Magical Time Alone[/url]. If you enjoyed this, definitely go check his story and its sequels out: they're all really hot!\n\nCredit to [iconname]WaffleSquadron[/iconname] and [iconname]Matkaja[/iconname] for editing, proofreading, and general helpfulness. Thank you guys!", "description_bbcode_parsed": "Summary
After years of unsatisfied heats, the male ninetales herm Flint buys a fancy, and very expensive, portal sex toy to finally quench that insatiable lust.

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Here it is, my first dive into portals! This specific scenario was loosely inspired by my friend Matkaja's wonderful story A Magical Time Alone. If you enjoyed this, definitely go check his story and its sequels out: they're all really hot!

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for editing, proofreading, and general helpfulness. Thank you guys!", "writing": "Boys and girls were different. This was biology, a truth of reality; something Flint had known all the way back when he was a bite-sized vulpix, still naive and full of wonder.\n\nThat was all well and good, except the facts of boys and girls kinda… sorta… actually didn’t apply to [i]him[/i]. All the boys in his family had a penis and all the girls in his family had a vagina, but then there was him, who was the awkward owner of [i]both[/i]. \n\nLocated rent-free under his tailhole, Flint’s black, swollen[i], [/i]and very-much-in-heat spade teased the ninetales with its mere presence. It provided a constant, mocking reminder that he could, if he so desired, make others feel amazing, but never take the plunge himself. It was infuriating to know how soft, supple, and exceedingly squishable his folds were, like a big plump pillow that squelched moisture when compressed between his paws. It was easy to imagine sliding his cock along those fat outer lips; how wondrous it would feel to bury his own cock within that warm, squeezing tunnel; to climax around and within, clamp on his knot like all those times he clamped down on his tongue, powerful muscles drawing out the pleasure, [i]milking [/i]with greedy intent.\n\nHe’d always considered it an unreachable fantasy, too heavenly to be possible. He was cursed with the ability to touch and fondle a willing pussy, but never able to take that extra step, never allowed to experience what he could give to others. His untouched pussy ached to be filled, aching for [i]him[/i].\n\nIt was the ultimate itch, left forever unscratched.\n\nA draft of cool air snapped the ninetales out of his dramatic musings. He'd left the window open to let in some fresh air, perhaps cool off his heat–he knew that wasn't how it worked, but alas–but apparently he'd left it open for too long. \n\nWith an annoyed groan, Flint hopped off his bed, shuffled toward the window, and closed it with a huff, cutting off the offending breeze before frosbite could murder one of his poor tails. He [i]so[/i] did not handle the cold well, never having been very good at controlling his internal temperature, unlike his parents. Which was annoying because you’d think being cold would offset being in heat. Nope! All lowering the temperature accomplished was to make him horny [i]and[/i] cold.\n\nFlint collapsed onto his small, twin-sized bed with a frustrated flailing of his limbs. “I need to get laaaaid,” he bemoaned, glaring across his fluffy chest at the stiff problem between his hind legs—well, two problems, but one of them was very much [i]not[/i] stiff. At least the tapered pink tip happily protruding from his sheath spared him the sight of the wet, squishy source of his heat. He definitely felt its presence, though; its warm, sticky, infuriating[i] [/i]presence.\n\nSpades were awesome… except he was the poor soul stuck with one in the midst of its heat.\n\nThe ninetales tended to resist the overpowering urge to fondle his feminine bits during its seasonal hissy fits, knowing that would only make things worse. Orgasms were great and all, but without someone to knot him, someone to fill him with soothing balm of [i]seed[/i], nothing would calm the ravenous monster under his tail. He simply had to deal with it without actually [i]dealing with it[/i]. Lest the arousal returned half an hour later, leaving him frustrated [i]and[/i] needier than before.\n\nFlint could have found a guy willing to tie, easily. Being in college gave him tons of options, with plenty of pokemon species to choose from. 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Being mounted and railed like a bitch in heat wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time… no matter how pleasantly his [i]traitorous [/i]spade tingled at the thought.\n\nNot that he wasn’t into guys; guys were fine, sexy even, there simply wasn't anyone he’d like to tie with. The closest option would be his roommate, technically, but he was [i]so[/i] not ready to reveal his pussy to the sex-crazed, and sex starved, mightyena. If he had his way, he’d never be ready.\n\nThen there was the one-sidedness of the whole ordeal. His pussy getting all the action, happy and stuffed, while his poor penis was left all alone, twitching and spurting without its own warm spade to knot. \n\nBut that was all in the past, because for the first time since being cursed with heat, Flint had a solution; an expensive, exciting, nerve-wracking cure to his heat he couldn’t believe he had the guts to actually buy. Because if there was anything he wanted more than fixing his heat, it was to experience the warm, wet touch of a pussy from the other side. Now he [i]could [/i]experience both[i], [/i]without any messy social baggage that came with seeking at sex… not that he was familar with that sort of thing.\n\nAll he had to do now was wait for his roommate to leave the small college dorm. The nosy mightyena had a date or something, he wasn’t sure. Maybe they’d both get lucky tonight? Flint giggled to himself at the half joke, and immediately felt bad--Scott had been striking out with the ladies the entire time he'd known him. Poor guy [i]so[/i] wasn't getting laid tonight.\n\nHis ears perked at the muffled sounds of the lug shifting around, only to flatten at the loud, banging pawsteps of the heavy-footed mightyena stomping toward the front door. “See ya later, dude!” Scott called out, booming voice barely lessened by the thin walls of their cheap dormitory. “Gonna get laaaaid tonight!”\n\nThe front door slammed shut. Scoot didn’t even wait for Flint to reply. Which was, okay, fair; Flint was quite soft spoken, so he probably figured he wouldn’t return the goodbye.\n\nFlint waited all of ten seconds before leaping off the bed and rushing to his closet where he’d stashed [i]the box[/i] under a pile of pretty scarves he never wore. He used his limited telekinesis to clumsily shove them off to the side, then excitedly picked up the discrete black box. As he’d requested for the shipping, it was as boring as could be. Thank the heavens Scott hadn’t been the one to answer the door for the delivery man.\n\nHe’d been anticipating the peak of his heat to try this out–plump, sensitive, and [i]soaked [/i]as his y-shaped folds were, he figured there was no use waiting any longer. So he tore open the box with reckless abandon, revealing the [i]true[/i] product underneath. Flint couldn’t help but admire the sleek, fancy packaging that advertised his new sex toy, ‘Fun With Portals’. A generic name for the price tag, all things considered, but he couldn’t deny it fit. \n\nFlint’s heart raced as he carefully–oh-so-carefully–turned the head-sized box around with his shaky telekinesis, the red glow flickering along with his nerves. On the back was a large, very clear [i]WARNING [/i]label. He squinted at the block of small text under it. \n\n“Warning,” he read aloud, “Serious injury or death may occur when improperly used. While fail-safe for its intended uses, we at Sunshine Corp are not liable for any of the following: harm caused by ingesting the portals, harm caused by internal use of the portals, harm caused by tampering with the portals, harm caused by blah, blah, blah, jeez, I get it, I should only put my junk in it.”\n\nDespite his scoffs, the warning label did make him hesitate. Knowing it was ‘fail-safe’ didn’t really fill him with confidence when the rest of the label was about how dangerous it was. Although, what idiot would [i]swallow[/i] a portal? Wouldn’t that be just as bad as swallowing magnets? That was supposed to be pretty deadly, right?\n\nHe carefully opened the box by the tabs on the sides, only for a slip of paper to fall out. “Oh hey, instructions. Hopefully there’s less doom and gloom in here than on the warning label. At least there’s pictures.” Indeed there were, and what they depicted would make Mew blush. He flipped through the thin pages and his blush only increased. Even if it was only art, the pokemon junks used as examples were [i]quite [/i]realistic. He had to do a double take at the ovipositor used as in one of the example images–this company was really inclusive!\n\nHe had been worrying that setting things up would be confusing, but it actually proved quite easy. The step-by-step instructions were clear and concise, explaining everything from how to properly and safely put the ‘genitalia of your choice’ inside the input portal to cleaning after each use. Apparently, they were somehow even dishwasher safe? There was also a diagram on the back page showing a spread of various genitalia and sizes it supported, though he already measured his, uh, fully knotted penis and in-heat vulva prior to his purchase to be perfectly sure he wasn’t wasting his money. \n\nSetting the instructions aside–he’d finish reading them later–Flint tore open the rest of the box, his excitement growing by the moment. His entire life, he’d wanted to experience pussy from the other side. He knew quite a bit about owning one, the good and the bad, but never had he been [i]inside[/i] one. Sure, Flint tried sticking his own penis inside himself before, on multiple occasions actually. Vulpix and ninetales were flexible down there, but the furthest he’d gotten was touching the length of his penis to his vulva while his knot was out. The warmth and squishiness just from that contact was… amazing, and he came incredibly hard, but it wasn’t the same and left him feeling way too sore the next day to ever justify doing it again.\n\nFlint finished opening the box and dumped its contents out onto the carpet; two discs and a simple remote control, trapped in sleek, plastic packaging. They were color coded around the rim of the twin rings, one blue and one orange. He didn’t exactly know [i]why [/i]they were color-coded when the instructions clearly stated either could act as the input or output, but he figured it helped keep them distinct. Maybe. Not like he’d care about the colors once he slipped it on his spade.\n\nJust thinking about the uses for these had him shaking with excitement.\n\nThere was one other box he had to open first though: the accessories. Flint went back to the closet and shuffled around inside until he found the even bigger box, this one packaged in the usual bland delivery cardboard. Unlike the portal set, he needed something sharp to open this. Too excited to grab a knife, Flint simply used one of his sharp canines to slice open the tape, generating a satisfying riiiip all the way to the end. \n\nHe opened the box and flipped it upside-down with his telekinesis, unceremoniously dumping the contents out onto the floor next to the portals. He flushed at the main attraction: black, plain panties, with a hole in the front for his balls and sheath to slip through. Being a quadruped, and especially being male, he never had much use for panties. But these were [i]special [/i]panties technically designed for pegging with the portals, but they also worked well for a herm like him.\n\nThere was also a bottle of lube in the box, as they shipped his separate orders together, but he was already so sopping wet from his heat that he doubted he'd need it. He [i]might[/i] try his tailhole someday and need the lube, if he was feeling brave enough. But for now, he had his sights set on one hole in particular.\n\nSpeaking of holes, the other main accessory he bought was a mock fleshlight casing designed to hold one of the portal rings in place. He'd seen pictures on the psynet of real pokemon putting their pussies on it, and Flint had to admit there was a [i]lot[/i] of appeal in using his own pussy to get off.\n\nReady to finally begin the best night of his life, Flint examined the portals closer, peeking at the instructions occasionally to make sure he knew what everything was. Each disc's side was clearly indicated as front and back, with the portal side being shiny and glossy, almost a mirror, while the backside was a deep void of black. Mixing up the ends wouldn't be too big a deal, but he wanted to get everything right the first time.\n\nOne potential issue the instructions warned about was 'pinching', where your junk was too big for the portal and it got stuck or even hurt. But he got the correct fitting, even sent the manufacturer measurements and references of his genitals, knot-out and in-heat, embarrassing as it was. That was part of the reason why the toy was so expensive: each model was custom made.\n\nHe really hoped no one was getting off to that picture of his spade… though, it [i]was[/i] a pretty hot photo. It was with no small amount of shame he masturbated to the image before mailing it. \n\nPer the instructions, Flint placed both portals next to each other, shiny-side up, and fumbled with the remote. \n\n\"Once paired, press the clearly indicated 'on' switch to test portal activation,\" Flint read aloud to ensure he didn't mess up. His reading comprehension wasn't the greatest at the moment. \"Then slowly insert the included Portal Stability Testing Rod into one of the portals, leave halfway inside for ten seconds, and pull out. If portal cohesion is determined stable and safe by the Portal Stability Testing Rod, the psychic crystal on the remote will glow green, and you may begin spicing up your sex life with our, blah, blah, blah, sounds easy enough.\"\n\nHe found the thin, sleek metallic rod easily enough, giggling a little at how much it looked like a sounding rod. Not that he ever [i]used[/i] one of those before. He picked it up between two toe beans, pressed the 'on' button on the remote, and watched with wide eyes as the shiny discs instantly became transparent—no, as they [i]showed[/i] the ceiling of his room! \n\n\"Wow, it really works,\" he said, amazed by the display of technological wonder. Just a century ago, only powerful psychics could create portals, and now they've been made into sex toys. It was kinda funny, to be honest.\n\nShaking off those thoughts, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. He inserted the testing rod, only for his excitement to skyrocket as it popped out the other end, getting lighter the more he inserted until at the halfway point it barely weighed a thing. He held it there, counted in his head to ten, pulled it back, and…\n\nThe remote's singular crystal at the top turned a deep, brilliant emerald. \n\n\"Yes!\" he cheered, turning the portals off with a press of the button so he could attach them to where he wanted.\n\nFlint rushed to grab the panties and one of the discs, and it wasn't difficult to see where it was meant to go, given the clearly indicated texture difference in the parts of underwear where his spade would go. Being about half an inch thick, there was just enough room on each portal for a little switch on the side, a switch that psychically 'glued' the back side to whatever it touched. This meant he could put it in the panties [i]and[/i] attach the output portal to the front of the fleshlight or even his pillow. Yeah, that might be fun.\n\nHe settled the blue portal snugly into the proper spot in the panties and flipped the switch. He then picked up the panties and jostled them slightly, making sure they were secure. Next, he grabbed the orange portal and hopped onto his bed where his [i]favorite[/i] pillow was. Big, long, and incredibly fluffy, it had carried him through many lonely nights. Now it would provide an even greater use.\n\nAttaching the portal to his pillow was just as easy as the panties. Hold it steady, press the switch, and ta-dah, he had a pillow with a shiny disc attached to it.\n\nNow all he had to do was turn the portals back on and slip into his panties. He would have done that first, but he was worried about dropping the output portal. Having his spade land on the floor and leaking everywhere wasn't his idea of a good time.\n\nFlint floated the panties and portal remote onto the bed. After that, he settled onto his back with his hind legs straight as could be, and slipped the first of his paws into the leg hole, then the next. The rest wasn't so easy.\n\n\"Stupid girly panties,\" he huffed as he shuffled his way into the underwear, his many tails getting in the way despite the panties being designed [i]specifically[/i] for ninetales. There was a pink button at the back of the panties that needed undoing, but he wasn’t very precise with his telekinesis, and he fumbled for at least a minute before, with a satisfying snap, he finally got it undone. Then he spent another minute trying to keep the newly made hole around the base of his tails while also attempting to redo the button. [i]Fun.[/i]\n\nFlint eventually got them on, though that wasn’t the end of his woes. The panties were tight, scratchy against his tails, and he was distinctly not a fan of feeling the unopened portal against his swollen, heat-ridden spade. He sighed. “At least I know it’s positioned right.”\n\nThe panties were tight enough that the portal didn't jostle, snug as a bug against his sex. He rolled onto his belly and reached for the remote’s on button, pressed it, and gasped when the tight pressure in the panties [i]vanished[/i], leaving only a gentle squeeze around the base as the air in his room tickled his sension flesh. He even imagined he could feel the portal itself, despite the fact he knew that was impossible.\n\nHis fat, swollen spade protruded from his pillow with an almost smug aura, twitching occasionally in the dim light of his bedside lamp. \n\nHe stared at his sex with wonder, having never seen it from this angle before. It looked… different somehow. Unreal, almost. Like it belonged to someone else. And yet, he felt every twitch distinctly, the cool air of his room blowing across its sensitive surface, and the deep, clenching arousal growing from the very sight of itself.\n\n\"O-oh, man,\" he whispered reverently as his needy spade flexed before his very eyes, while his erect cock twitched against the sheets in kind. \"This is hotter than I thought it'd be. F-fuck, it looks so warm and tight…\"\n\nNow that he had a willing pussy to do whatever he wanted with, Flint was at a loss. Should he just… mount the pillow and fuck it? Would it hurt? The first time hurt, right? He'd only tried a dildo once before, and he was so nervous that he couldn't stop clenching down, and he probably hadn't been wet enough either. He had not been a fan. He felt more than wet enough now though, and he could see his pussy literally glistening with arousal. Again, it was pretty dang hot.\n\nFlint reached a tentative paw toward the center of his folds and pressed down, squishing it with his toe beans. The touch sent an electric tingle racing down his spine. The disconnect between touching a girl that his brain insisted wasn’t connected to him and feeling his own spade being fondled was bizarre, to say the least. \n\n“Trippy,” he whispered as he touched himself some more, rubbing his fat, swollen spade in little circles and giggling at the wet and squishy noises it produced. It was somehow more fun to play with now, almost like he was touching a real girl. If only he could ignore the feedback on his end. Felt nice, all tingly and stimulating, but it ruined the illusion it was someone else. It being so exciting and new made up for that though. \n\nAn issue soon made itself clear; while the base of the portal attached itself firmly to whatever it stuck to, he didn’t account for the pillow case. His spade drooped lower the more he fondled himself, getting annoyingly close to the sheets as the pillow’s loose fabric simply wasn’t able to hold it up. He stopped touching himself with a frown. If he couldn’t even masturbate like this, how could he mount the pillow?\n\nFlint glanced over to the neglected fleshlight case, ears perked. “I guess I’ll use that then,” he reasoned as he floated it over, the red glow sputtering slightly as he nearly dropped it. “Oops, guess my mind’s tired. Stupid powers, how do psychic types make it look so easy…”\n\nWith his telekinesis on the fritz, Flint grabbed the fleshlight in his paws instead, almost dropping it again. It was heftier than it looked. It was probably weighted to keep it steady.\n\nHe detached the portal from the pillow, and inhaled sharply when it slipped from his grasp, falling, spade-first, onto his open paw. It was a short drop, so it didn’t hurt, but a flash of tingles coursed through him as his spade pressed down on the palm of his paw. If he was that sensitive from a soft drop, he definitely had to be more careful. \n\nFlint sat up and carefully cradled his precious cargo to his chest as he brought the black backside of the portal up to fleshlight’s blank opening, where it slotted into place without fuss. A flip of a switch locked it in place, making him the proud owner of a fleshlight shaped like his very own spade.\n\n“Weird,” he muttered, gripping the hefty tube in both forepaws as he looked it over. It sure was his spade alright. He could even feel the subtle shifts in gravity when he flipped it upside-down, a strand of arousal dripping off his sleek black folds and onto the bed. He grimaced. [i]I’ll wash the covers later.[/i]\n\nSitting up like this, his cock stood out proudly from his sheath, eager to be enveloped by a warm, wet hole. Something Flint was only glad to do… eventually. For now, he brought his feminine sex closer to his face to gaze into the squishy, y-shaped opening, and breathed in the powerful aroma of bitch in heat that it pumped out. He never noticed how wonderful his own scent was. Always there, it was normally an issue he needed to hide with deodorants and cologne, but never something he considered a positive attribute.\n\n“Why do I smell so good,” he whined as he inhaled more of that intoxicating scent, going so far as to press his nose directly against his soaked lips and huffing directly at the source. Mind dizzy with lust and heat, it only was natural that he parted his lips and pressed his tongue into the center of that puffy entrance without mercy, parting those quivering folds with a low groan. “F-fuck me, that’s amazing…”\n\nFlint’s intention for all of this was to give his [i]penis[/i] some action, not his pussy, but now that he was muzzle-deep into things, he knew it would have to wait, just a little while longer. He loved how soft and puffy he was, and especially now since he was in heat. Another full-body shudder went through him as he lapped up his delicious juices, delving deeper into his warm and clenching hole.\n\nFar too quickly, the familiar pressure of an imminent orgasm built, a great winding tension throughout his spade and penis at the same time. Flint forced himself away from his pussy with great effort, whimpering as the feeling of his tongue pulling out left him empty and cold inside. His mound protested by flexing at him, as though trying to entice him into returning to its wet, warm depths. \n\nHe wanted inside [i]now[/i], he realized suddenly as he held his spade in his shaky paws, panting slightly as he wound down from the almost-climax. His cock twitched between his hind legs with almost as much urgency as his pussy, both eager to finally be connected. \n\nSo what was he waiting for?\n\nFlint flipped the portal, repositioning his throbbing spade against his awaiting cock. Was he really about to do this? Take his own virginity?\n\nYes. Yes, he was.\n\nHis feminine flesh betrayed its excitement, dribbling hot lubricant onto his tapered tip as he lowered it slowly, purposefully, guiding greedy folds toward an eagerly twitching shaft. His breathing quickened the closer his two sexes got, the distance decreasing until--[i]squish.[/i] First contact. His tip twitched within the slickened groove of his hot, puffy entrance, and he whined as all sorts of other tingle-inducing sensations sent both genitals into a frenzy of anticipatory.\n\nHe began to grow dizzy, even lightheated as the very real reality he was about to take his own virginity hit him all at once. It was almost too much, all kinds of scary and exciting and [i]crazy [/i]in equal measure. Would it hurt? What if he was too rough? Could he get himself pregnant? That last worry was a big one, but he’d thought ahead and bought birth control pills, which he planned to take later today just in case. Even if he [i]probably [/i]couldn’t impregnate himself, the potential consequences were too great to risk.\n\n“J-just do it, I can do it… I can do it.” He gripped his paw-held pussy and slowly eased it down his tip, shuddering as warm, squishy folds welcomed him with eager squeezes, a greeting his wonderfully twitchy length returned with its own tense throbs. “I-I can feel them both… Oh m-man, oh gosh, this is nuts!”\n\nIt started to hurt as he went deeper, like sticking two toes in there without enough preparation, something he’d done [i]way too much[/i] as a horny teenager. But the pleasure of sliding into that warm, wet, and squeezing hole overcame any discomfort he may have felt. Eventually his spade met his balls with a soft, squishy kiss, twitching and throbbing from the absurd union, two otherwise unique sensations intermingling into an intense [i]rush[/i] of tingly delight.\n\nHe was officially having sex with himself. It was difficult to wrap his head around. \n\nFlint whined again, holding the faux fleshlight between two shaky paws. He had intended to go to town on himself, pound his pussy raw, but he feared even minor movements would make him [i]pop. [/i]Already that familiar swell of an imminent release rushed forth like a rising tide, forcing him to hold deathly still lest the tension swelled too fast, the pleasure unleashing too soon.\n\nDespite the fact he could cum just like this, was [i]about [/i]to cum just from this, he didn’t want it to end without some agency, so Flint gripped the portal more firmly and pulled it oh-so-achingly off his dick, the sensations of flesh sliding against wet flesh blinding him with pleasure, nearly sending him over the edge on the first stroke. \n\nPulling out left him feeling disappointingly empty, and his cock tragically cold. His tip twitched angrily within the entrance of his squeezing pussy, both impatient to be reintroduced with the other. He hesitated, doubts nagging in the back of his mind. Worries that tying would be going too far; thoughts that he could tear something, that his body wasn’t meant to be knotted to itself.\n\n“Y-you can do this,” he said to try and counter the imaginary naysayers. “Just… use it like a toy. It’ll feel good. It’s just a t-toy.” And why shouldn’t he use himself like a toy? Why should he be gentle? It was his body, his pussy. If it hurt, he could easily stop. \n\nFlint took a deep, calming breath, gripped the portal tightly in his paws, and shoved his pussy down onto his dick, plunging into his depths with a deafening squelch. He bottomed out near-instantly, and yelped at the sudden, unexpected jab deep in his pussy. Like a heat cramp, only sharp and focused. On the flip side, sinking into his hot, squeezing, and [i]reactive[/i] depths felt so fucking good that he did it again; pulling the fleshlight off until he left his spade with a wet plop, then plunging back in with an even lewder [i]squelch[/i]. \n\n“F-fuuuuck!”\n\nHe’d been close before, but now his knot was growing, battering his poor spade with every plunge. He could also [i]feel [/i]his vulva clinging on tight during the pull out, not wanting to let up until suddenly it did, generating a loud, wet plop, over and over. The intense self-fuck caused a deep ache in his loins, to an almost painful extent, but it felt so good, so unbelievably intense, that he honestly didn’t care. \n\nFlint could barely think as he pounded his [i]own pussy[/i] raw, claimed his virginities on both fronts, his moans growing increasingly girly as the grand finale that he so desperately craved approached in a rush of tingly delight and intense pressure. Flint slid his pussy down his cock one last time, shuddering at the tight, warm squeeze, only for his spade to finally win the tug of war with his knot, yanking on it [i]hard [/i]and causing him to see [i]galaxies[/i].\n\n“O-oh, fuck!” Flint cried out as he hit his peak, clenching down [i]hard [/i]as the first of many hot, watery squirts filled his insides. “Ooooh!”\n\n[i]Squeeze, squirt; squeeze, squirt; squeeeeeze, squirt[/i]. Nothing should be able to feel this good. It was impossible. His dual sexes felt like they were locked in a frantic dance, where his vaginal muscles trembled and shuddered, squeezing his knot along with a rush of orgasm tension that had his fur standing on-end, immediately followed by an equally potent rush of orgasmic release as he unloaded [i]and [/i]received the next heated squirt. Only for his pussy to [i]squeeze again[/i], followed by another [i]squirt. [/i]Constant, nonstop, back and forth.\n\nIt was heaven.\n\nAnother dizzingly bizarre thing to realize was that he was [i]tied[/i] [i]to himself[/i]. He couldn’t have pulled out of the ‘toy’ if he tried. Not that he wanted to try: ejaculating into a real pussy felt awesome, and ejaculating into [i]himself [/i]made it even better.\n\nThe ninetales rolled over onto his back with a delighted laugh, holding his pussy steady between his forepaws so the weight of the fleshlight attachment didn’t yank things the wrong way. \n\nHe closed his eyes, enjoying the tie with a big dumb grin on his muzzle. He's definitely going to do this more oft—\n\nThe door slammed open, and Flint tore his eyes back open, yelping with surprise. There, in the doorway, stood Scott, the mightyena’s expression twisting into abject shock as he beheld him knotted to his very own pussy. Flint’s heart pounded while his twin genitals throbbed and spurted, his sexes blissfully unaware of the mortifying nightmare scenario unfolding. It was over. His roommate, and best friend by default, now knew his most closely guarded secret.\n\nThe seconds ticked by as they stared at each other, one flustered and the other squinting with intense concentration, and Flint knew, he just [i]knew[/i], that hard-to-answer questions were right around the corner.\n\n“Duuude, you didn’t tell me you had a fleshlight!”\n\nOr not.", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Boys and girls were different. This was biology, a truth of reality; something Flint had known all the way back when he was a bite-sized vulpix, still naive and full of wonder.

That was all well and good, except the facts of boys and girls kinda… sorta… actually didn’t apply to him. All the boys in his family had a penis and all the girls in his family had a vagina, but then there was him, who was the awkward owner of both.

Located rent-free under his tailhole, Flint’s black, swollen, and very-much-in-heat spade teased the ninetales with its mere presence. It provided a constant, mocking reminder that he could, if he so desired, make others feel amazing, but never take the plunge himself. It was infuriating to know how soft, supple, and exceedingly squishable his folds were, like a big plump pillow that squelched moisture when compressed between his paws. It was easy to imagine sliding his cock along those fat outer lips; how wondrous it would feel to bury his own cock within that warm, squeezing tunnel; to climax around and within, clamp on his knot like all those times he clamped down on his tongue, powerful muscles drawing out the pleasure, milking with greedy intent.

He’d always considered it an unreachable fantasy, too heavenly to be possible. He was cursed with the ability to touch and fondle a willing pussy, but never able to take that extra step, never allowed to experience what he could give to others. His untouched pussy ached to be filled, aching for him.

It was the ultimate itch, left forever unscratched.

A draft of cool air snapped the ninetales out of his dramatic musings. He'd left the window open to let in some fresh air, perhaps cool off his heat–he knew that wasn't how it worked, but alas–but apparently he'd left it open for too long.

With an annoyed groan, Flint hopped off his bed, shuffled toward the window, and closed it with a huff, cutting off the offending breeze before frosbite could murder one of his poor tails. He so did not handle the cold well, never having been very good at controlling his internal temperature, unlike his parents. Which was annoying because you’d think being cold would offset being in heat. Nope! All lowering the temperature accomplished was to make him horny and cold.

Flint collapsed onto his small, twin-sized bed with a frustrated flailing of his limbs. “I need to get laaaaid,” he bemoaned, glaring across his fluffy chest at the stiff problem between his hind legs—well, two problems, but one of them was very much not stiff. At least the tapered pink tip happily protruding from his sheath spared him the sight of the wet, squishy source of his heat. He definitely felt its presence, though; its warm, sticky, infuriating presence.

Spades were awesome… except he was the poor soul stuck with one in the midst of its heat.

The ninetales tended to resist the overpowering urge to fondle his feminine bits during its seasonal hissy fits, knowing that would only make things worse. Orgasms were great and all, but without someone to knot him, someone to fill him with soothing balm of seed, nothing would calm the ravenous monster under his tail. He simply had to deal with it without actually dealing with it. Lest the arousal returned half an hour later, leaving him frustrated and needier than before.

Flint could have found a guy willing to tie, easily. Being in college gave him tons of options, with plenty of pokemon species to choose from. He had a huge advantage too; spades were appealing even outside of heat, and here Flint was sporting a big, fat, glistening cookie just begging to be stuffed with cream. If Flint were

There were a few key issues with that premise, the main being his lack of desire to spread his unusual anatomy around, especially to potential strangers. He wasn’t well known around campus for being the outgoing type, and the gossip sparked by the knowledge of his true anatomy would only reinforce his a-social tendencies. Hiding a spade, especially during heat, wasn’t the easiest thing to do, but he’d been doing it for years and he wasn’t going to stop now. If only the fur-colored fabric wasn’t so dang itchy.

The other problem was he wanted to be the one doing the knotting. He wanted to fuck someone. Being mounted and railed like a bitch in heat wasn’t exactly his idea of a good time… no matter how pleasantly his traitorous spade tingled at the thought.

Not that he wasn’t into guys; guys were fine, sexy even, there simply wasn't anyone he’d like to tie with. The closest option would be his roommate, technically, but he was so not ready to reveal his pussy to the sex-crazed, and sex starved, mightyena. If he had his way, he’d never be ready.

Then there was the one-sidedness of the whole ordeal. His pussy getting all the action, happy and stuffed, while his poor penis was left all alone, twitching and spurting without its own warm spade to knot.

But that was all in the past, because for the first time since being cursed with heat, Flint had a solution; an expensive, exciting, nerve-wracking cure to his heat he couldn’t believe he had the guts to actually buy. Because if there was anything he wanted more than fixing his heat, it was to experience the warm, wet touch of a pussy from the other side. Now he could experience both, without any messy social baggage that came with seeking at sex… not that he was familar with that sort of thing.

All he had to do now was wait for his roommate to leave the small college dorm. The nosy mightyena had a date or something, he wasn’t sure. Maybe they’d both get lucky tonight? Flint giggled to himself at the half joke, and immediately felt bad--Scott had been striking out with the ladies the entire time he'd known him. Poor guy so wasn't getting laid tonight.

His ears perked at the muffled sounds of the lug shifting around, only to flatten at the loud, banging pawsteps of the heavy-footed mightyena stomping toward the front door. “See ya later, dude!” Scott called out, booming voice barely lessened by the thin walls of their cheap dormitory. “Gonna get laaaaid tonight!”

The front door slammed shut. Scoot didn’t even wait for Flint to reply. Which was, okay, fair; Flint was quite soft spoken, so he probably figured he wouldn’t return the goodbye.

Flint waited all of ten seconds before leaping off the bed and rushing to his closet where he’d stashed the box under a pile of pretty scarves he never wore. He used his limited telekinesis to clumsily shove them off to the side, then excitedly picked up the discrete black box. As he’d requested for the shipping, it was as boring as could be. Thank the heavens Scott hadn’t been the one to answer the door for the delivery man.

He’d been anticipating the peak of his heat to try this out–plump, sensitive, and soaked as his y-shaped folds were, he figured there was no use waiting any longer. So he tore open the box with reckless abandon, revealing the true product underneath. Flint couldn’t help but admire the sleek, fancy packaging that advertised his new sex toy, ‘Fun With Portals’. A generic name for the price tag, all things considered, but he couldn’t deny it fit.

Flint’s heart raced as he carefully–oh-so-carefully–turned the head-sized box around with his shaky telekinesis, the red glow flickering along with his nerves. On the back was a large, very clear WARNING label. He squinted at the block of small text under it.

“Warning,” he read aloud, “Serious injury or death may occur when improperly used. While fail-safe for its intended uses, we at Sunshine Corp are not liable for any of the following: harm caused by ingesting the portals, harm caused by internal use of the portals, harm caused by tampering with the portals, harm caused by blah, blah, blah, jeez, I get it, I should only put my junk in it.”

Despite his scoffs, the warning label did make him hesitate. Knowing it was ‘fail-safe’ didn’t really fill him with confidence when the rest of the label was about how dangerous it was. Although, what idiot would swallow a portal? Wouldn’t that be just as bad as swallowing magnets? That was supposed to be pretty deadly, right?

He carefully opened the box by the tabs on the sides, only for a slip of paper to fall out. “Oh hey, instructions. Hopefully there’s less doom and gloom in here than on the warning label. At least there’s pictures.” Indeed there were, and what they depicted would make Mew blush. He flipped through the thin pages and his blush only increased. Even if it was only art, the pokemon junks used as examples were quite realistic. He had to do a double take at the ovipositor used as in one of the example images–this company was really inclusive!

He had been worrying that setting things up would be confusing, but it actually proved quite easy. The step-by-step instructions were clear and concise, explaining everything from how to properly and safely put the  ‘genitalia of your choice’ inside the input portal to cleaning after each use. Apparently, they were somehow even dishwasher safe? There was also a diagram on the back page showing a spread of various genitalia and sizes it supported, though he already measured his, uh, fully knotted penis and in-heat vulva prior to his purchase to be perfectly sure he wasn’t wasting his money.

Setting the instructions aside–he’d finish reading them later–Flint tore open the rest of the box, his excitement growing by the moment. His entire life, he’d wanted to experience pussy from the other side. He knew quite a bit about owning one, the good and the bad, but never had he been inside one. Sure, Flint tried sticking his own penis inside himself before, on multiple occasions actually. Vulpix and ninetales were flexible down there, but the furthest he’d gotten was touching the length of his penis to his vulva while his knot was out. The warmth and squishiness just from that contact was… amazing, and he came incredibly hard, but it wasn’t the same and left him feeling way too sore the next day to ever justify doing it again.

Flint finished opening the box and dumped its contents out onto the carpet; two discs and a simple remote control, trapped in sleek, plastic packaging. They were color coded around the rim of the twin rings, one blue and one orange. He didn’t exactly know why they were color-coded when the instructions clearly stated either could act as the input or output, but he figured it helped keep them distinct. Maybe. Not like he’d care about the colors once he slipped it on his spade.

Just thinking about the uses for these had him shaking with excitement.

There was one other box he had to open first though: the accessories. Flint went back to the closet and shuffled around inside until he found the even bigger box, this one packaged in the usual bland delivery cardboard. Unlike the portal set, he needed something sharp to open this. Too excited to grab a knife, Flint simply used one of his sharp canines to slice open the tape, generating a satisfying riiiip all the way to the end.

He opened the box and flipped it upside-down with his telekinesis, unceremoniously dumping the contents out onto the floor next to the portals. He flushed at the main attraction: black, plain panties, with a hole in the front for his balls and sheath to slip through. Being a quadruped, and especially being male, he never had much use for panties. But these were special panties technically designed for pegging with the portals, but they also worked well for a herm like him.

There was also a bottle of lube in the box, as they shipped his separate orders together, but he was already so sopping wet from his heat that he doubted he'd need it. He might try his tailhole someday and need the lube, if he was feeling brave enough. But for now, he had his sights set on one hole in particular.

Speaking of holes, the other main accessory he bought was a mock fleshlight casing designed to hold one of the portal rings in place. He'd seen pictures on the psynet of real pokemon putting their pussies on it, and Flint had to admit there was a lot of appeal in using his own pussy to get off.

Ready to finally begin the best night of his life, Flint examined the portals closer, peeking at the instructions occasionally to make sure he knew what everything was. Each disc's side was clearly indicated as front and back, with the portal side being shiny and glossy, almost a mirror, while the backside was a deep void of black. Mixing up the ends wouldn't be too big a deal, but he wanted to get everything right the first time.

One potential issue the instructions warned about was 'pinching', where your junk was too big for the portal and it got stuck or even hurt. But he got the correct fitting, even sent the manufacturer measurements and references of his genitals, knot-out and in-heat, embarrassing as it was. That was part of the reason why the toy was so expensive: each model was custom made.

He really hoped no one was getting off to that picture of his spade… though, it was a pretty hot photo. It was with no small amount of shame he masturbated to the image before mailing it.

Per the instructions, Flint placed both portals next to each other, shiny-side up, and fumbled with the remote.

"Once paired, press the clearly indicated 'on' switch to test portal activation," Flint read aloud to ensure he didn't mess up. His reading comprehension wasn't the greatest at the moment. "Then slowly insert the included Portal Stability Testing Rod into one of the portals, leave halfway inside for ten seconds, and pull out. If portal cohesion is determined stable and safe by the Portal Stability Testing Rod, the psychic crystal on the remote will glow green, and you may begin spicing up your sex life with our, blah, blah, blah, sounds easy enough."

He found the thin, sleek metallic rod easily enough, giggling a little at how much it looked like a sounding rod. Not that he ever used one of those before. He picked it up between two toe beans, pressed the 'on' button on the remote, and watched with wide eyes as the shiny discs instantly became transparent—no, as they showed the ceiling of his room!

"Wow, it really works," he said, amazed by the display of technological wonder. Just a century ago, only powerful psychics could create portals, and now they've been made into sex toys. It was kinda funny, to be honest.

Shaking off those thoughts, he turned his attention back to the task at hand. He inserted the testing rod, only for his excitement to skyrocket as it popped out the other end, getting lighter the more he inserted until at the halfway point it barely weighed a thing. He held it there, counted in his head to ten, pulled it back, and…

The remote's singular crystal at the top turned a deep, brilliant emerald.

"Yes!" he cheered, turning the portals off with a press of the button so he could attach them to where he wanted.

Flint rushed to grab the panties and one of the discs, and it wasn't difficult to see where it was meant to go, given the clearly indicated texture difference in the parts of underwear where his spade would go. Being about half an inch thick, there was just enough room on each portal for a little switch on the side, a switch that psychically 'glued' the back side to whatever it touched. This meant he could put it in the panties and attach the output portal to the front of the fleshlight or even his pillow. Yeah, that might be fun.

He settled the blue portal snugly into the proper spot in the panties and flipped the switch. He then picked up the panties and jostled them slightly, making sure they were secure. Next, he grabbed the orange portal and hopped onto his bed where his favorite pillow was. Big, long, and incredibly fluffy, it had carried him through many lonely nights. Now it would provide an even greater use.

Attaching the portal to his pillow was just as easy as the panties. Hold it steady, press the switch, and ta-dah, he had a pillow with a shiny disc attached to it.

Now all he had to do was turn the portals back on and slip into his panties. He would have done that first, but he was worried about dropping the output portal. Having his spade land on the floor and leaking everywhere wasn't his idea of a good time.

Flint floated the panties and portal remote onto the bed. After that, he settled onto his back with his hind legs straight as could be, and slipped the first of his paws into the leg hole, then the next. The rest wasn't so easy.

"Stupid girly panties," he huffed as he shuffled his way into the underwear, his many tails getting in the way despite the panties being designed specifically for ninetales. There was a pink button at the back of the panties that needed undoing, but he wasn’t very precise with his telekinesis, and he fumbled for at least a minute before, with a satisfying snap, he finally got it undone. Then he spent another minute trying to keep the newly made hole around the base of his tails while also attempting to redo the button. Fun.

Flint eventually got them on, though that wasn’t the end of his woes. The panties were tight, scratchy against his tails, and he was distinctly not a fan of feeling the unopened portal against his swollen, heat-ridden spade. He sighed. “At least I know it’s positioned right.”

The panties were tight enough that the portal didn't jostle, snug as a bug against his sex. He rolled onto his belly and reached for the remote’s on button, pressed it, and gasped when the tight pressure in the panties vanished, leaving only a gentle squeeze around the base as the air in his room tickled his sension flesh. He even imagined he could feel the portal itself, despite the fact he knew that was impossible.

His fat, swollen spade protruded from his pillow with an almost smug aura, twitching occasionally in the dim light of his bedside lamp.

He stared at his sex with wonder, having never seen it from this angle before. It looked… different somehow. Unreal, almost. Like it belonged to someone else. And yet, he felt every twitch distinctly, the cool air of his room blowing across its sensitive surface, and the deep, clenching arousal growing from the very sight of itself.

"O-oh, man," he whispered reverently as his needy spade flexed before his very eyes, while his erect cock twitched against the sheets in kind. "This is hotter than I thought it'd be. F-fuck, it looks so warm and tight…"

Now that he had a willing pussy to do whatever he wanted with, Flint was at a loss. Should he just… mount the pillow and fuck it? Would it hurt? The first time hurt, right? He'd only tried a dildo once before, and he was so nervous that he couldn't stop clenching down, and he probably hadn't been wet enough either. He had not been a fan. He felt more than wet enough now though, and he could see his pussy literally glistening with arousal. Again, it was pretty dang hot.

Flint reached a tentative paw toward the center of his folds and pressed down, squishing it with his toe beans. The touch sent an electric tingle racing down his spine. The disconnect between touching a girl that his brain insisted wasn’t connected to him and feeling his own spade being fondled was bizarre, to say the least.

“Trippy,” he whispered as he touched himself some more, rubbing his fat, swollen spade in little circles and giggling at the wet and squishy noises it produced. It was somehow more fun to play with now, almost like he was touching a real girl. If only he could ignore the feedback on his end. Felt nice, all tingly and stimulating, but it ruined the illusion it was someone else. It being so exciting and new made up for that though.

An issue soon made itself clear; while the base of the portal attached itself firmly to whatever it stuck to, he didn’t account for the pillow case. His spade drooped lower the more he fondled himself, getting annoyingly close to the sheets as the pillow’s loose fabric simply wasn’t able to hold it up. He stopped touching himself with a frown. If he couldn’t even masturbate like this, how could he mount the pillow?

Flint glanced over to the neglected fleshlight case, ears perked. “I guess I’ll use that then,” he reasoned as he floated it over, the red glow sputtering slightly as he nearly dropped it. “Oops, guess my mind’s tired. Stupid powers, how do psychic types make it look so easy…”

With his telekinesis on the fritz, Flint grabbed the fleshlight in his paws instead, almost dropping it again. It was heftier than it looked. It was probably weighted to keep it steady.

He detached the portal from the pillow, and inhaled sharply when it slipped from his grasp, falling, spade-first, onto his open paw. It was a short drop, so it didn’t hurt, but a flash of tingles coursed through him as his spade pressed down on the palm of his paw. If he was that sensitive from a soft drop, he definitely had to be more careful.

Flint sat up and carefully cradled his precious cargo to his chest as he brought the black backside of the portal up to fleshlight’s blank opening, where it slotted into place without fuss. A flip of a switch locked it in place, making him the proud owner of a fleshlight shaped like his very own spade.

“Weird,” he muttered, gripping the hefty tube in both forepaws as he looked it over. It sure was his spade alright. He could even feel the subtle shifts in gravity when he flipped it upside-down, a strand of arousal dripping off his sleek black folds and onto the bed. He grimaced. I’ll wash the covers later.

Sitting up like this, his cock stood out proudly from his sheath, eager to be enveloped by a warm, wet hole. Something Flint was only glad to do… eventually. For now, he brought his feminine sex closer to his face to gaze into the squishy, y-shaped opening, and breathed in the powerful aroma of bitch in heat that it pumped out. He never noticed how wonderful his own scent was. Always there, it was normally an issue he needed to hide with deodorants and cologne, but never something he considered a positive attribute.

“Why do I smell so good,” he whined as he inhaled more of that intoxicating scent, going so far as to press his nose directly against his soaked lips and huffing directly at the source. Mind dizzy with lust and heat, it only was natural that he parted his lips and pressed his tongue into the center of that puffy entrance without mercy, parting those quivering folds with a low groan. “F-fuck me, that’s amazing…”

Flint’s intention for all of this was to give his penis some action, not his pussy, but now that he was muzzle-deep into things, he knew it would have to wait, just a little while longer. He loved how soft and puffy he was, and especially now since he was in heat. Another full-body shudder went through him as he lapped up his delicious juices, delving deeper into his warm and clenching hole.

Far too quickly, the familiar pressure of an imminent orgasm built, a great winding tension throughout his spade and penis at the same time. Flint forced himself away from his pussy with great effort, whimpering as the feeling of his tongue pulling out left him empty and cold inside. His mound protested by flexing at him, as though trying to entice him into returning to its wet, warm depths.

He wanted inside now, he realized suddenly as he held his spade in his shaky paws, panting slightly as he wound down from the almost-climax. His cock twitched between his hind legs with almost as much urgency as his pussy, both eager to finally be connected.

So what was he waiting for?

Flint flipped the portal, repositioning his throbbing spade against his awaiting cock. Was he really about to do this? Take his own virginity?

Yes. Yes, he was.

His feminine flesh betrayed its excitement, dribbling hot lubricant onto his tapered tip as he lowered it slowly, purposefully, guiding greedy folds toward an eagerly twitching shaft. His breathing quickened the closer his two sexes got, the distance decreasing until--squish. First contact. His tip twitched within the slickened groove of his hot, puffy entrance, and he whined as all sorts of other tingle-inducing sensations sent both genitals into a frenzy of anticipatory.

He began to grow dizzy, even lightheated as the very real reality he was about to take his own virginity hit him all at once. It was almost too much, all kinds of scary and exciting and crazy in equal measure. Would it hurt? What if he was too rough? Could he get himself pregnant? That last worry was a big one, but he’d thought ahead and bought birth control pills, which he planned to take later today just in case. Even if he probably couldn’t impregnate himself, the potential consequences were too great to risk.

“J-just do it, I can do it… I can do it.” He gripped his paw-held pussy and slowly eased it down his tip, shuddering as warm, squishy folds welcomed him with eager squeezes, a greeting his wonderfully twitchy length returned with its own tense throbs. “I-I can feel them both… Oh m-man, oh gosh, this is nuts!”

It started to hurt as he went deeper, like sticking two toes in there without enough preparation, something he’d done way too much as a horny teenager. But the pleasure of sliding into that warm, wet, and squeezing hole overcame any discomfort he may have felt. Eventually his spade met his balls with a soft, squishy kiss, twitching and throbbing from the absurd union, two otherwise unique sensations intermingling into an intense rush of tingly delight.

He was officially having sex with himself. It was difficult to wrap his head around.

Flint whined again, holding the faux fleshlight between two shaky paws. He had intended to go to town on himself, pound his pussy raw, but he feared even minor movements would make him pop. Already that familiar swell of an imminent release rushed forth like a rising tide, forcing him to hold deathly still lest the tension swelled too fast, the pleasure unleashing too soon.

Despite the fact he could cum just like this, was about to cum just from this, he didn’t want it to end without some agency, so Flint gripped the portal more firmly and pulled it oh-so-achingly off his dick, the sensations of flesh sliding against wet flesh blinding him with pleasure, nearly sending him over the edge on the first stroke.

Pulling out left him feeling disappointingly empty, and his cock tragically cold. His tip twitched angrily within the entrance of his squeezing pussy, both impatient to be reintroduced with the other. He hesitated, doubts nagging in the back of his mind. Worries that tying would be going too far; thoughts that he could tear something, that his body wasn’t meant to be knotted to itself.

“Y-you can do this,” he said to try and counter the imaginary naysayers. “Just… use it like a toy. It’ll feel good. It’s just a t-toy.” And why shouldn’t he use himself like a toy? Why should he be gentle? It was his body, his pussy. If it hurt, he could easily stop.

Flint took a deep, calming breath, gripped the portal tightly in his paws, and shoved his pussy down onto his dick, plunging into his depths with a deafening squelch. He bottomed out near-instantly, and yelped at the sudden, unexpected jab deep in his pussy. Like a heat cramp, only sharp and focused. On the flip side, sinking into his hot, squeezing, and reactive depths felt so fucking good that he did it again; pulling the fleshlight off until he left his spade with a wet plop, then plunging back in with an even lewder squelch.

“F-fuuuuck!”

He’d been close before, but now his knot was growing, battering his poor spade with every plunge. He could also feel his vulva clinging on tight during the pull out, not wanting to let up until suddenly it did, generating a loud, wet plop, over and over. The intense self-fuck caused a deep ache in his loins, to an almost painful extent, but it felt so good, so unbelievably intense, that he honestly didn’t care.

Flint could barely think as he pounded his own pussy raw, claimed his virginities on both fronts, his moans growing increasingly girly as the grand finale that he so desperately craved approached in a rush of tingly delight and intense pressure. Flint slid his pussy down his cock one last time, shuddering at the tight, warm squeeze, only for his spade to finally win the tug of war with his knot, yanking on it hard and causing him to see galaxies.

“O-oh, fuck!” Flint cried out as he hit his peak, clenching down hard as the first of many hot, watery squirts filled his insides. “Ooooh!”

Squeeze, squirt; squeeze, squirt; squeeeeeze, squirt. Nothing should be able to feel this good. It was impossible. His dual sexes felt like they were locked in a frantic dance, where his vaginal muscles trembled and shuddered, squeezing his knot along with a rush of orgasm tension that had his fur standing on-end, immediately followed by an equally potent rush of orgasmic release as he unloaded and received the next heated squirt. Only for his pussy to squeeze again, followed by another squirt. Constant, nonstop, back and forth.

It was heaven.

Another dizzingly bizarre thing to realize was that he was tied to himself. He couldn’t have pulled out of the ‘toy’ if he tried. Not that he wanted to try: ejaculating into a real pussy felt awesome, and ejaculating into himself made it even better.

The ninetales rolled over onto his back with a delighted laugh, holding his pussy steady between his forepaws so the weight of the fleshlight attachment didn’t yank things the wrong way.

He closed his eyes, enjoying the tie with a big dumb grin on his muzzle. He's definitely going to do this more oft—

The door slammed open, and Flint tore his eyes back open, yelping with surprise. There, in the doorway, stood Scott, the mightyena’s expression twisting into abject shock as he beheld him knotted to his very own pussy. Flint’s heart pounded while his twin genitals throbbed and spurted, his sexes blissfully unaware of the mortifying nightmare scenario unfolding. It was over. His roommate, and best friend by default, now knew his most closely guarded secret.

The seconds ticked by as they stared at each other, one flustered and the other squinting with intense concentration, and Flint knew, he just knew, that hard-to-answer questions were right around the corner.

“Duuude, you didn’t tell me you had a fleshlight!”

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