Wormholes - Endless Possibility

This is a direct sequel to the first part of Wormholes: Endless Possibility.

Will slammed his hand onto the disconnect button on his tablet. The other Fiona winked out, while

his

Fiona stood open-mouthed in shock.

'What the fuck was that?' she asked.

Will tapped through the archives of his notes quickly. 'There was an original hypothesis, early in the days of wormhole tech, that we could reach other worlds, other

universes

, through the wormholes, even without a destination ring, by opening a hole to the same physical space in a different quantum state. Here's the quote: "It is theorised that an instantiated wormhole may arrive at a state with zero physical distance but a quantum displacement of some large quantity. Degenerate states will result if the quantum displacement is insufficiently distant from the opening state, with respect to the expected observational component of those initialising the quantum delocalisation". Let me just take a minute on that'.

They digested this for a second, and Will resumed. 'What we've done here is opened a path to an infinite number of worlds. We could travel to a world where I was never born, or where a man in Brazil coughed twice yesterday instead of once'.

Fiona shook her head. 'I'm not sure about that last bit -

observational component

. It can't just be a little different, it has to seem different to the people observing it. It has to be different to

us

'.

Will nodded along. 'You're right. And more,

insufficiently distant quantum displacement

; based on this, it has to be quite a bit different, or the states will snap together and we'll end up back here'.

'So we could go to a world where you're left-handed, but not one where I have one less eyelash, because it's too similar'.

'Seems like it. So, that was a different me?' Will asked.

'It must have been. And a different me. They looked the same, didn't they?'

'I think so. I'm not sure I look at myself enough to know. You looked the same, and I look at you quite a bit'.

'Ditto'. They shared a quick grin.

'So'. Fiona heard the question and hours of discussion condensed into a single word. She agreed. They were doing it. She turned back to the ring, giving Will a thumbs up. He re-initialised the entanglement sequence, and the wormhole hazed into existence, revealing a reflection of them again. Will looked closer, and noticed the mirror-Fiona had hair that was a touch shorter than his Fiona. This wasn't the same pair as last time, but they were clearly doing world-exploring of their own.

'Hi Will, hi Fiona', his fiancée said.

'Hi Fiona, hi Will', her image responded, as if this were a conference call and they weren't talking through the fabric multiple universes.

The four sat in silence for a moment. The Wills attempted to break it, but stumbled as they spoke at the same time. Eventually, the "real" Will, as he thought of himself, spoke. 'This is revolutionary, and I know for a fact we all agree. We've made a huge discovery, but to know how useful it is, we need data. Lots of it. First thing, physical samples. Can you give us something?'

Mirror Will pulled a pen from his pocket, and tossed it through the wormhole. Fiona caught it, perhaps unwisely given they didn't know how their quantum states would react. Will then realised that billions of air molecules were probably getting along just fine on either side of the barrier. Will picked up a piece of scrap paper, balled it up and tossed it through the wormhole, where mirror Fiona caught it.

'Appreciated', mirror Will began. 'You seem to have beaten us by a little bit, Fiona and I thought this could happen, but we didn't want to try it until we were sure it would work. And it looks like it does! But this is only the first step, we'll need mo-'

'Will', mirror Fiona said urgently, and both couldn't help turning to look at her. 'Konstantin is on his way again'.

Mirror Will shook his head, clearly frustrated. 'We'll pick this up another time. Good luck'. He reached towards them, pressing something on the outside of his ring, and their view dissolved into a haze.

Fiona and Will shared a look, each bursting with thoughts. Fiona got in first.

'Did you see how their ring operated differently? They had tablets, but your opposite pressed something on the ring itself. We just use remote control!'

'Forget that, Konstantin is there! Do you think they had him burst in like we did? Maybe he did, and he's already back?'

'Maybe it was a totally different Konstantin! Maybe everyone in that world is called Konstantin except us! Them. Whoever'.

'The mirror us-es'.

'I just think of them as other-us'.

'We need better names'.

'We need better data. Look at this pen Will! It looks so normal, but it's from

another world

'.

'Give give give'. Will could barely handle his excitement. He pulled the quantum analyser from his pocket; a device that had started as a wormhole ring and grown with his experiments that had lead them here today. He activated it, dropped the pen through the ring, and then turned to his tablet for analysis. Fiona moved to seat herself beside him, excitedly pointing at interesting parts of the rich and bizarre quantum dataset.

Some time later, they had developed a method to uniquely identify the quantum signature of any object. They tested it with several items from their own world, and set their origin as world zero. The pen, both as a whole and when disassembled and fed through as parts, resulted in a world hash of 011. The diagnostic software would try to keep the numbers small while allowing for variation. Will cloned this to several rings to speed up the analysis of any future items, and gave a few of them to Fiona.

the night had worn on. Will checked the time, and saw it was nearly time for breakfast, but despite their total lack of sleep, the couple were insatiable.

'Let's try it again', Fiona said, 'and see if they were able to reach the same conclusions'.

They resumed their previous positions, Fiona by the ring, Will behind her. Will started the quantum interconnect software and tried to find world 011. He was surprised when this failed. He pointed this out to Fiona, and she, too was shocked. They hadn't moved the wormholes. They hadn't changed any settings. But the entangled states available were different. Worse, reviewing previous data, Will found that there was no way to link the quantum signature of world 011 to the quantum state of the wormhole they had generated. They would be flying blind.

They accepted this, and opened a connection to a new world. Will had just noted that the initial entanglement procedure had taken considerably longer than last time, when he felt a wave of scalding air blast over him. He shielded his eyes with one hand, and slammed the emergency close button with the other. He and Fiona looked at one another, frazzled. Fiona's hair was blasted back, and he was sure his looked no different. 'What in the

fuck

was that?' he asked.

'I think their building was on fire. Or maybe their

world

was on fire. The whole thing looked like a sheet of flame. I think we're jumping in a little too fast here'. Will briefly mused on the irony of them noting this was too fast, but not professing love, moving in together, and getting engaged all within a few weeks. But he agreed. 'Next time, let's at least use the energy filters. We can set thresholds on the amount we want to let through'.

'Good. Next time. For now, I need to sleep for a week'.

'Still going to take that other research job then babe?'

'Not on your life'. Fiona took Will's hand, and they stepped through their home wormhole.

* * *

The next day was spent in a mixture of sleep, research, and refining their tools. Will refined the quantum sensors to be able to passively check the air itself, while Fiona enhanced their energy limiting software. Together they improved their wormhole managers to the point they could operate in either ring-to-ring mode or world-to-world mode.

They sat down to plan their experiments at their table at home over coffee and croissants, dressed only in their robes. As they proceeded, true realisation set in. They would culminate in traveling to another world. Until that point, they had been giddy with the excitement of their discovery, but they sobered quickly.

'What if we get stuck somewhere else?' Fiona asked, sitting back with her hands in her lap.

'As long as we have the rings, we'll be fine. We can load the world software into them directly, and use that to hop around as we need to. Besides, how would we get stuck? We have control over our own wormholes, don't we?' Fiona nodded absently, but even as Will spoke, he felt something nagging at his memory. He was quickly interrupted.

'Did you like the shorter hair on other-Fiona?'

'It was... fine? It wasn't that different to yours. Both nice'.

'Do you think it would be cheating if you fucked her?' Will was lost for words at the abrupt turn in the conversation. Fiona continued. 'It's not a trap! I just don't know. Like, if you fucked other-Will, would that be masturbation?'

'Fiona. There might be bigger issues at hand here'.

'I know I'm just. Thinking. Like what if. You fucked me. But other-me was lickinghnnng'. Fiona's hand was busy under the table, and her words were broken by short gasps. Will gave her a moment to collect herself.

'Incredible scientific discoveries, and you're getting off thinking about a threesome with yourself?'

'Isn't that hot?'

Will pondered the question. It was almost a point of philosophy. If Fiona had sex with another-him who was almost the same as current-him, was that cheating? Or an extension of their love? He thought about it for a moment, and found the idea of Fiona with another him unsettled him. He examined this feeling, unsure if it was primal possessiveness or worry that she would find a better version of himself. He thought of what it would be like to have sex with another Fiona. Then another at the same time as

his

Fiona. He looked down, and apparently his body was just fine with that idea. But he still had one concern. 'Do you want to have sex with other people? Apart from "us"?'

'Yuck, no. Will, I want to have sex with you, and, as you've guessed by now, myself. No one else. I love you completely, and you are the perfect physical match for me. The only thing I want is to have a little fun with myself, while you and I are together, forever'.

Will found himself beaming at her. He could see she meant it. 'OK, fine, sex with the others. But together'.

Fiona grinned, and rushed to kiss him. Her still-damp hand caressed his face, and he could smell her scent on it. He kissed her deeper, pushing to his feet, and pressing her back onto the table. He pulled at her sash and parted the silken fabric of her robe to reveal her glorious body beneath. He cupped one breast, kissed her again, and pushed her further, onto her back. She spread her legs wide, no waiting permitted, urging him forward. He pulled open his own robe, full hardness on display, and slid it along her slit, coating himself in her wetness. He pushed forward with an audible squelch. Fiona gasped, and pulled him in, supporting herself in a half-raised position with arms around his shoulders. She looked into his eyes for a moment, and let her head loll back. There was no hesitation here, both of them were envisioning the possibilities before them. Will spoke as he drove in and out of her sopping pussy.

'Imagine there was another you, right here, right now. She'd know her Fiona just as well as I do. She'd know just how much you like to be

squeezed

', he gently squeezed the sensitive skin just above her hip, eliciting a soft moan. 'But she'd need to know if you were as good as she is. Would you eat your pussy while you fuck me babe?'

Fiona's mouth made an "o" as she visualised having both of them, and she clenched down on him, hard. He continued to thrust, gradually harder, as she shook beneath him, riding her way through her orgasm. Will barely held on through the delightful sensation, but Fiona had fantasies of her own to coax him over the edge.

'What about you and the other Fiona? I think you'd need to take care of her too. Could you do that babe? Could you fuck me on your back while you eat me out? Could you listen to me kissing myself while you fuck me full of cum? Could you watch me eat it out of myself? I know any Fiona would do that. Maybe both of us could suck your cock clean, and you could fuck us. Alllll. Over. Again'. Fiona was panting her way through the words, clearly enjoying her own visions. Will was hanging on to his sanity by a fingernail, lost in the idea of fucking and licking and watching Fiona. As she came on his cock a second time, he couldn't hold back. He moaned her name, and shot a seemingly endless load inside her.

He collapsed back into his chair, as Fiona lay sprawled across the table. They didn't move for some time, sitting in comfortable, spent silence. Will watched his cum oozing out of her, his mind drifting back to the thought of watching another Fiona lap it up. Eventually, he found his voice.

'We need to get to the lab. These experiments just can't wait'. Fiona propped herself up, gave him a wink, and they made themselves ready.

* * *

Hours later they were in the office. Fiona had arranged the wormhole already, stretched out to taller than they were. Will activated it, connecting to another world. Instantly they were met with a normal-looking version of themselves, standing a little differently, but clearly in front of their own wormhole. Fiona and Will waved, and the others waved back. They looked identical, even almost to the clothing they wore, which was perhaps of a slightly lighter shade.

'Hi you two', said Fiona. 'I think you know who we are. First question! Have you travelled to another world yet?'

The Fiona and Will on the other side shook their heads. 'No', other-Will replied. 'But we're ready'.

'Us too'. Will nodded at his doppelganger and both started to check the readings on their tablets. Will confirmed the other world looked normal. His analyser gave it a quantum ID of 037. He spoke to Fiona.

'Let's try it'.

They braced themselves, joined hands, and crossed the threshold. The sensation was unremarkable, but just like that, they were in another world. He reached out to shake Will-037's hand, and saw Fiona doing the same to her counterpart. They stood awkwardly for a moment, before diving in with a barrage of questions from each side, aiming to find the point of divergence between their worlds. They spoke about politics, geography, their home life, their family life, how they had met. Each pair noted the other was engaged, and offered oddly self-satisfying congratulations. They homed in closer and closer on minutiae. Both pairs had the same outlook on nearly everything. Both of their Konstantins were safely sequestered away. They had both slept together after the energy manipulation experiments, a memory that brought forth eight rosy cheeks. They recounted their lives together, and eventually Will mentioned the rings they still wore on their crotches.

Fiona- and Will-037 shared a slightly gob-smacked look. 'How did

we

not think of that!' the other Fiona shrieked. 'How many more times could we have been fucking? She turned to Will. 'How many times?'

'Only a few!' He responded. 'It's fun, but we're never apart'.

'That's a few too many!' Fiona-037 turned to Fiona-0. 'Show me'.

Fiona shrugged and hiked up her skirt. She sat on the table, spread her legs a little, and pulled her panties to the side, revealing the ring, neatly encircling her sex. Will pulled the matching ring from his pocket, and passed it to Fiona-037. She turned it on, and watched as Fiona's lips appeared in her hand, a single bead of her wetness pooling at their base. Fiona-037 audibly gulped.

Time seemed to slow for a moment. The Fionas shared a look, before Fiona-037 brought the ring to her mouth, and took a long, slow lick from bottom to top. Fiona shuddered, hesitated for a split second, and pulled her copy in for a smouldering kiss. Will watched as their tongues duelled, long red hair blending together. Fiona-037 deactivated the ring in her hand, and dropped her hand to Fiona's dripping slit. She slid two of her fingers in, and worked her thumb on Fiona's clit. Fiona slid Fiona-037's skirt higher, ripping at her panties, pawing them to the side to mirror the actions she was so thoroughly enjoying. They moaned into one another, each driving the other higher. A moment later, they pulled apart, just barely, convulsing in an orgasm possible only from someone who knew them perfectly. They rested, heads together, a faint sheen of sweat on their brows. They turned towards the Wills, and spoke in unison.

'What are you waiting for?'

Each Will sprang into action, kissing his own Fiona deeply, though Will-0 moved a little faster. In short order, the four were stripped naked. The Fionas were bent over next to one another, Wills thrusting behind them. Will looked to his right, and saw his copy's cock sliding in and out of his fiancée's doppelganger, watched her breasts bounce and her ass jiggle with each hard thrust. He had the odd sensation of being next to a mirror. Hearing and seeing the other couple, their other

selves,

pushed them to a new sexual peak. The Fionas were holding hands tightly, clearly much more comfortable with each other than the Wills, who had shared nothing more than a respectful nod and intended to keep it that way.

The Fionas leaned their heads together, uniting for another kiss. With any other coupling, they would have found this difficult. However, each pair was as close to in-sync as possible - their mouths met with minimal jostling. Their tongues slid wetly over one another, and Fiona reached out a hand to roughly grab her counterpart's breast. The sight of the two locked together pushed the Wills to climax. They grunted, softly, filling their partners. The Fionas, far from being finished, pulled off, locking together in an even tighter embrace. Fiona swung herself around, and placed her full pussy on her other's mouth, before diving into the well-fucked one beneath her. They sucked and lapped wildly, as if every last drop of cum was precious. Will watched her tongue through the curtain of her hair, greedily fetching all the cum it could. It took approximately half of one second of this for each Will to become fully, almost painfully engorged again.

The pair of Fionas were writhing on the floor, twisting, turning, inseparable. There was a dull

ting

and a slightly damp wormhole ring came rolling from between them. The women were twisted back into a passionate kiss, which they broke, looking at the wormhole in mock surprise. They turned back to one another.

'Oh no!' said the first.

'Oh no!' said the second.

'How will these Wills know which of us is which?'

'I don't think they can. I think they'll have to fuck both of us senseless, and hope we're getting the correct dick'.

'Oh nooooooooo', they said in unison, grinning maniacally.

'I'm still wearing my ring you know'.

'Ssh!' they hissed. They stood, and beckoned the Wills forward. 'We're waiting'.

Will looked between them, and could see no difference. Down to the wormhole rings on their fingers, they were perfectly identical. The Wills looked at each other, shrugged, and each moved to their nearest Fiona, trusting they would keep everyone aligned. Will pulled the nearest Fiona to her feet and kissed her, and apart from the aroma of sex filling her, it felt no different to kissing

his

Fiona. He kissed her more deeply, cupping her ass and grinding his cock against her. She raised herself on her toes, eager to be filled again. The head of his cock brushed through her slick folds, and she humped herself against him. He kept one hand on her ass and explored her body, cupping her breasts, feeling the smooth strength of her back, the fiery warmth of her hair tumbling over his hand. He searched for anything that would confirm or reject that this was his Fiona, but found nothing. They gradually stepped, him forward, her back, to the cool wall behind her. Eventually, he could hold back no longer, dropped his hips, and angled himself inside her.