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Portals started appearing randomly one day. They range in size, and they all go to a wooden wall. People have tried to push the wooden slab or stretch the portals edges, but no one has successfully traversed through them. The wood is warm and wet to the touch. The portals only appear for a few minutes and then they disappear back into nothing.
Waking up late Christian finds himself alone in home he shares with his brother. The room he goes asleep in smells like mud and alcohol. There’s boxes and bottles everywhere. He hasn’t even changed his water bucket and the water has turned brackish with molted skin. When he opens his door to the main part of the house it doesn’t even look like the same house. Chris’ brother knows how to take care of his area, and keeps the kitchen and bathroom nice and mostly clean. When Chris uses the bathroom he leaves a present, and he opens all the counters and forgets to put stuff back in the fridge. Today he was suppose to do business with the mobile laundromat that comes to the neighborhood every week. Chris didn’t feel like showing up even after the laundry man honked his horn. Now he has to make his parents do his laundry, and they live four blocks away! Chris grumbled to himself as he collected his clothes and called his parents hoping they could pick up his clothes. There was a chance he could get his mom to do it if she answered the phone. *phone-fuzz* “Hello, chris… What do you need?” “Papi, can you come over real quick.” “no, why?” “The laundry guy skipped my house again.” “I don’t like it when you lie to me boy. I know Ricci didn’t forget.” “Well, I’m coming over with my clothes and using your washing machine.” “I’ll let you in. Be safe… One of these days I hope you call me when you have some good news to share.” *click* Chris gathered some things wearing a mean face, and some trashy tattered clothes he went off.
On the dirt streets, and packed in mud side walks full of cigarette buds. Chris decided to add to the street collection by pulling out a carton doing a cool sticky tongue trick and pulling a single cigarette without using his other hand and lighting up. When He stamped his bud into the ground a portal appear in front of him. The portal was of the mysterious wooden thing that all the other portals where showing but this portal was different, there was a finger sized hole. Naturally Chris lights a fresh cigarette and fingers the hole with it, mashing it in there deeply. The hole starts leaking and the portal shuts quickly. He doesn’t know what he did, but it made him feel good and a little excited. Did he just give Mother Mary of Jesus Christ a cigarette? It wasn’t a serious thought he had come up with. He got the Mary idea because it’s just been rumored on the news.
At his parents’ place. When his father opens up the door Chris just walks in almost shouldering his dad out of the way. He strikes up conversation with his old man about the portal experience he just had. “You wouldn’t believe what I just did with one of those portals.” He says this while turning his head away and b-lining it towards the washing machine as if he had zero care if his Dad could actually follow along. “Don’t tell me you touched the portals. Let the smart people deal with that.” “yeah, okay. Well I bumped into one and shoved a cigarette up it’s wooden butt!” His dad’s facial expression changed to a puckered face of confusion. It was kind of funny. Chris laughed like a mob henchmen, and his Dad just walked to the door. Before he left he said “Just don’t touch the portals, you might lose a hand is all I’m saying.” Chris just thought his Dad was being over dramatic like usual. He stole some more of their socks and some detergent. Chris started rummaging through his Dad’s tools and toys. He found some sharp knives and started throwing them at the wooden interior walls. His mother came out to find out what the thumping noises were about. “Christian what are you doing?” “I’m just washing my clothes is all. Hey do you know where Dad put his fishing stuff?” Chris shifts around and pulls out a cigarette, even showing his mom his cool tongue trick. “You know I don’t like seeing you smoking. I have a headache I’m not dealing with this. It’s in his closet, can you pick up the stuff on the ground before you leave?” “Of course Mami I hope your headache gets better. Oh and could you not tell Dad I took his fishing stuff?” “I’m just going to rest in bed for a while. Just leave for a couple hours. I’ll even hang your clothes to dry.” “Thank you Mamá.” Rummaging through the fishing stuff Chris find some keys for the liquor cabinet and borrows some alcohol and cokes. Mom still treats me like I’m still a tadpole Chris thinks to himself as he feels like a real adult wielding two bottles between his web fingers. Without saying goodbye he took off wearing his Dad’s clothes to go to the nearby park that has a really good fishing spot.
By the time Chris had gotten to his spot he was mumbling slurred thoughts that should have stayed inside his head and stumbling along the shore. Plopping his ass down he started fiddling with the hook and bait while shaking the whole time. The hook bit into his skin causing Chris to curse at God in pain. In a fit he threw the bottle of tequila; it smashed into a tree, and a low hum sound materialized and with it a portal emerged out of thin air. The portal showed a wooden hole with some cigarette gunk inside of it. The gunk had made the wood turn into a gray color. Chris put his tongue into the hole tasting the sweet nicotine. The portal made a creaking moaning sound, and the hole started to get warm. Little drops of water washed the cigarette gunk out. A little piece of gold appeared deep within. When Chris pulled his tongue out to get a better look the portal disappeared. Chris’ imagination started running wild. If he got that gold he could be so rich he thought. The prospect of losing a fortune just made Chris bitter. Casting out a line into the creak; he caught a fish quite quickly. Pulling out the fish he vented all of his frustration at the fish punching it mercilessly. The portal quickly opened up to Chris allowing the fish to slip back into the creak. The portal appeared at groin level in height off the ground. Chris forgetting the fish immediately sunk his eye trying to find the gold, but the gold wasn’t there. He unbuckled his belt pulled down his pants and plunged himself into the hole. With a ferocity like he was an enforcer working for the mob. Chris only now became certain that this was a wooden woman when he could feel the hole became tighter and relaxed in cycles matching his own thrust. The creaky moans reverberated down her wooden skin. Chris felt a weight and pinch like something fell into his dick-hole. The surprise object sent down an uncontrolled shiver that made him cum instantly. Even to his own drunken surprise. The portal had disappeared once again this time they both gave each other a present.
Chris dipped his hands into the creak washing his own semen off of himself. He heard a muffled voice coming from below. Looking around his shoulders; no one was there. Looking into the water mean mugging the fish, but to his surprise no fish were there either. Chris had finally lost his grip on reality. I mean who else would do the things he’s done? The next noise made his penis vibrate in unison with the noise. Leaning over his fat gut and putting an ear towards it. He heard someone talking. In a panic he tried to ring his dick out with his fingers, he dunked his head into the water and gulped as much of it as possible. When that didn’t work he tried his tongue trick fishing around his own urethra. All he got was a metallic bump and the taste of salt. Then he saw a golden glint coming from the tip. It said “Hi amigo! My name is Perry, nice to meet you. What’s your name?” Perry said in a high pitched helium voice. Chris’ responded “eh, wat the fak. God what the hell is this? Leave my fucking piss hole you abomination.” All of Chris’ blood had left; he was so mortified, and all that was left was alcohol. He passed out on the mud, with semen stains on his Dad’s clothes, and his pants down. Waking up he checked if Perry was still there. It didn’t feel like leaving. “Psst… Hey Christian you awake?” It’s voice making any hangover sting so much worse. Chris just ignored it the best he could. Hoping that no response would lead to less pain. “Christian I’m hungry.” It pleaded. This gave Chris a pause. If this thing needs food; then what will happen when it doesn’t get any. This thing might not be permanent. Chris started laughing madly “What will happen if you don’t get any food me amigo?” Listening with excited anticipation to hear that golden demon admit defeat or shrivel up and die! “You’ll die right?” He said cutting off Perry’s response. “What, I won’t die. I’ll just eat your balls.” Perry said this like it like it was as common of knowledge that grass is green. Chris’s mind said: AAAHHHHHH!!! Chris picked up some acorns stripped the husk and offered them to Perry. “Hey, how about you try these nuts.” He stuttered because he was scared. He closed his eyes and he felt a slime roll across his web fingers and the acorns weight was lifted. Perry piped up in glee “Mhm-Mhm, That didn’t quite hit the spot, but I love your ingenuity. I’m more craving your mother...’s cooking.” That rascal is so happy that Chris is playing ball. Chris asked “You’re not going to eat my mom as well right?” Perry didn’t respond he just swam around inside tickling Chris until he forgot about the question. Chris was tearing up from the stimulation and begging Perry to stop! Shuffling uneasily they departed to Chris’ parents’ home.
Feeling exhausted Chris opted to wave down a bus. Dodging scooters and weaving cars he steps up past the bus door. The bus driver immediately floors it and sends Chris to the floor. Just the usual customs for these buses, but their was something different. The passenger’s seem to be concerned for Chris, and all of the passengers were women. Two of the women went to help him onto a seat. Chris groaned out a command “Get your hands off of me! I don’t have anything valuable on me.” His voice was weak and another took it’s place. A much stronger and merry voice came from within. Perry in a deeper voice fit for picking up the ladies. “Thank you ladies, my legs couldn’t help but fall when I saw such kind and pretty people.” both of the women giggled as if Perry could have said just about anything. It continued “I seemed to have broken my caboose. Would you two mind being my gorgeous set of … crutches?” The girls sat sandwiching Chris draping his arm over their respective shoulders. Somehow Chris started talking and one of the girls loves animals and is a vet – the other girl is involved in some sort of environmental protecting organization. These two girls should be absolutely disgusted with the slimy toad that their sharing a seat with. But somehow it seemed there was this gas in the air that made it all seem to make sense. From Chris’ tattered pants a glint of gold catches the woman’s attention. Both of them shift their asses towards Chris pinching him into the plastic seat. Their hands pat across Chris’ thighs. “This is where they rob you.” Chris thought to himself in his fractured shell of a mental state. The gitl that looks like a badger turned her head and pushed her long nose into Chris’ fat round chin and whispered into his ear “I can’t wait any longer; I need you right now”. Chris pursing his lips downward toward Perry. “Perry, hey… amigo, this is going to far. Stop doing this please”. Perry hardly cared or listened. It was stuffing it’s face with the white caviar fresh from the oven. In a brilliant plan Chris express his true self to these women. He regaled the vet with his history of animal abuse and drunkenly picking fights with fish and other small animals. Then he spouted his view that the whole of the world environment and people were just play things under the desires of his whims to the environmentalist. Peering into their eyes Chris noticed that their eyes shifted from discomfort and shame to dull hatred, but their bodies weren’t under their own will. The environment girl who is a crocodile scratched off Chris’ pants and some of his flesh and gripped his dick tightly. She clamped down and spun a death-roll. Perry treated it like it was some sort of roller coaster. Chris closed his eyes and felt adrenaline flood his body. The badger lady mounted Chris straddling his pelvis balancing using the bus bar overhead. She kissed his chest and rose to his head. Her teeth bumped his eyeball and then she french kissed him. She had so much tongue: her tongue forced him to reject his gag reflex. All of this going on overwhelmed every sense. But throughout this escalation all Chris could hear was Perry’s demonic laugh cheerfully celebrating this whole painful ordeal. The croc girl stopped ripping it off and the badger girl started rubbing her flat chest against Chris’s fat neck. Her mouth locked into his. The cock was removed from the body, but the phantom sense was all there. It was glowing with Perry’s iridescent body making the penis glow a golden yellow. The croc girl scratched it up and down with her scaly nails. She gave it some natural lube and tucked it up her ass rolling it in and out. This gave a weird sensation like sex with a doll spinning on a ceiling fan. He could feel the precipice from when soft ass scales turn to sausage skin. The badger girl is masturbating and oozing all of fluids. It rolls off of his tummy and pools onto the thin fabric staining the seat. The badger girl suggest to the crod that they should swap places “Of course we both deserve to share in the vitality of Perry”. The croc girl mounts Chris and unhinges her jaw and clamps lightly across his face. She fishers her tongue through Chris’ mouth and paints his mouth with saliva, and She extends her arms and hugs him so hard you could hear his spine pop apart. Her scaly breast dig into his chest like smooth stones. She loosens her anus and his dick falls into the hands of the badger. She places his cock upon her flat furry chest and lets it roll down to her pussy. You could hear Perry exclaiming “Wheee!” and his sound muffles as it pushed past her lips and sinks into her small body. She vigorously rubs in concentric circles around the clitoris. She gyrates pretending that she’s feeling a body push into her. She’s warming up and plunges the dick completely inside her and she allows herself to directly rub her clit. The phantom orgasm pulses through Chris’ body and he feels him cum transported from his balls to his dismembered member. The badger girl soon after orgasms and shoots the cock onto the floor. The haze that penetrates everyone’s mind in the bus slightly dissipates. The rest of the bus start to notice something is wrong. Chris finally starts to feel some of the damage that’s been done to him. The ladies that just had an otherworldly experience: feel a weakness and slouch their backs so much they are unable to raise their heads. The bus stops. Perry and Chris get off. Time to go to his parents’ house.
To be continued