Pairs of Pumpkins, Episode 11:
The Teleporting Tours of a Top-Heavy Teenager
by Jess Faulks
Chapter 11
In an instant of static and ozone, the winter air of her bedchambers was gone, replaced with an atmosphere hot and damp.
The saliva she'd managed to regain at dinner was sucked dry from her mouth, like she'd filled her whole muzzle with crackers while her sinuses tingled with a deep scratching. She blinked to refocus as eyes that were bloodshot and burning, the small, bare wood room she stood in the corner of. Without rehydrating before any more spellcasting, her skin would be next, first with dandruff, then painful cracking.
The ozone smell of magic was almost instantly overpowered by the scent of musk and sex. The moaning, groaning, rhythmically creaking bed and the familiar sound of fur-muffled flesh slapping was predictable enough for the hour. The room being occupied meant she'd pulled off the rescue of twin breeders, half-rabbits Anton and Laszlo.
Her vision took a teasingly long time to return to clarity and she latched onto motion as it did. The bed on the far wall was swaying and protesting from the weight of three bodies in a thrusting, lop-sided sandwich, her ivory-furred, thick-figured mother impossible to miss in the middle.
Doubled against her back was a fit, marble gray young man, his face sleek and fox-like but with ears and a puff of a tail like a rabbit. He was rutting in shallow, rapid-succession and from the angle and the second body under her, he seemed to be taking her anally.
She couldn't see the one laying beneath her mother besides his legs and lapine ears but Anton and Laszlo were identical twins. His rolling hips managed to lift the other two.
Portia had planned the rescue of the prized-breeders while Ana was off on her mission. She tried to convince her mother to wait until they could go in invisible with magic but her mother insisted and had clearly succeeded.
Unsurprisingly, Jasper's prediction continued to hold true: not one single teenage son had denied the advances of their gorgeous mother, sneaking into their bedrooms naked.
Once self-abusive and shameful about her initial, accidental act of incest with her son Joseph, Portia had now accepted what she used to call an addiction to the intense pleasure only sex with her blood relations could give her. Now she described it as "being affectionate with her family and making up for lost time." Counting this two, she'd bedded six more sons since leaving Jasper.
With her vision finally clear and sharp, she noticed the details of sweat-matted and cum-crusted fur on all three of them. The sheets were stained and the floor spotted, only her blocked off section off the room spared from sexual bedlam. All that plus a pile of dirty dishes by the door from room service suggested they'd been at this for several days.
Anastasia stood in the Teleport Seal she painted in the room's far corner a week before. They had flipped over the second bed to fence it off from the rest of the room, ensuring the it would remain clear for Ana's safe return.
Drinking in the scene of the three incestuous lovers, her mouth wanted to salivate and her sex tried to flood with the momentary thought of what her mother must be feeling to lose herself so completely.
They hadn't noticed her yet! She saw Portia take two of the gladiator sons at once and it raised so many more questions about what was happening inside her body that could feel so good.
Stepping to the side to be more out of their peripheral vision, she positioned herself until the trio was in full profile to her. With a bite of her lip and a shiver, she made the motions then covered her eyes, muttering the incantation she'd used to see through the eggs: "Sight Beyond."
Eyes opened, now golden with enchantments and she looked over the naked bodies in front. Sight Beyond would see fetuses within eggs, people behind walls, fur and flesh beneath clothes but on three naked lovers, a new, insightful and anatomical view was revealed. She could see inside her brothers' bodies and their blood surging from their racing hearts and air in and out of heaving lungs. But that was far less interesting than everything happening inside their mother. Her heart raced, breath huffed and the fat and glands of her breasts rocked but beneath them all, her brothers' predictably massive cocks sizes impaled her like a pair of forearms, squeezed against each other as they occupied so much of her pelvic brim.
The one behind her straightening the end of her intestines anally with his canine cock, the depths of his thrusts up past the crown of her pelvis and pushing aside the organs of her waspish core.
Hips alternated with the brother below, his sizable erection curved the other direction in his supine position. When one withdrew, the other pushed in straighten and and conform her vagina around him until her lower belly bulged slightly from the pointed tip behind it. Like a paraody of an anatomy book, everything fit. It made sense that the females of the family would be deeper as the males were so long.
Some things squished and others moved but from the the outside, there wasn't much effect besides the delighted howls of a mother fucked by two of her sons. Perhaps it wouldn't be so different as eating a full meal or drinking a lot of liquids? They fit inside her mother with an obvious pleasure. Mother was a few inches taller but they would probably fit in Ana too.
Her eyes started to burn and blur with dryness and she blinked, ending the spell.
They still hadn't noticed her. Her hand moved it's own with habit towards to sex but she wasn't invisible. She flattened it against her thigh and squeezed herself.
The son mounting Portia's backside took her hair in a makeshift ponytail before flattening his hips on her rump. She eased upright and backed up into him. With a tug, he turned her head to kiss her over her shoulder, hands slipping up to grope breasts that jostled with the sharp bucks of their thrusting.
As the kiss ended, Portia opened her eyes halfway, then wide as she noticed Anastasia, her face lighting up.
"You made it!" she marveled but did not change positions.
The rabbit behind her looked over and yelped a cry of shock at the interloping sister. He jumped back and free of Portia, backpedaling away in the small room.
"Whawhaaaawhat's happening!?" he shook his head, back against the door with his well-greased erection standing to his sternum. Below it were massive testicles, his sack tight around them, straining with the bulk of two melons. He was out-of-proportion like the women of the family and like herself, it was unlikely that the young man had any chance of ever running very far.
The other son's face was still smothered by his mother's prodigious chest.
"What happened?" he spoke, muffled by her fur and flesh. "Why'd you stop?"
Portia panted hard as she sat upright and winced as another presumably massive cock shifted deeper inside her. Her tail wagged now with room to move and her lifted chest freed the other rabbit-fox hybrid to look around before finding Anastasia.
