Magical Panties
Jim sat on his couch, playing video games when the rapport of knocking causes him to pause his game and look back over his shoulder and towards the door. "Yeah?" He yelled, wondering if it was one of his neighbors complaining about the noise level again. Nothing responded at first, only a silence that was broken when another pair of knocks were rapped upon his door. The light brown and tan sea otter stood up after setting his console controller off to his side on the couch. He scratched his stomach on his way to the door, not caring to clothe himself on his day off. Not even if it was the old lady in apartment 23 B across the hall from him. He brushes his golden blonde bangs out of his face and opens the door, expecting to find his visitor. Instead, no one was there. He pokes his head out, looking left, then right, then down when he took a step forward and bumps his toes against something on the floor.
It was a solid plastic case, black and shiny. Two red satin bows were wrapped around its length and width, a small white tag tied to one of the bows itself. A large sharpee marked smiley face with a winking eye and its tongue sticking out caught his attention, an eyebrow lifting at the random gift. Jim squatted down and picked up the box, feeling the weight it placed in his paws. "It's light enough. I wonder what it is though." Only one way to find out he decided. Turning around and walking back to his couch after closing the door with his thick rudder-tail. He holds the box in one hand and shakes it, tilting his head to listen with his ear, hair falling into his face from the position. Brushing the hair out of his eyes, he vaults over the back of his couch to land with a 'whump' onto the white sheet covered cushions, stained over the years of pizza, booze, sex, and one stain he still had no clue about its origins.
Holding the box in his lap, he unties the bows, tossing them carelessly away to the side as he runs his fingers along a small seam a third of the way down the boxes edge. Using his small claws, he pries the lid up and flips it back to remove it. "Well, damn. Didn't expect that at all." Reaching inside the case he grabbed a glass covered, bright blue ichor colored silicone vagina that fit snugly inside the outer cases dimensions. Turning the cone shaped glass case around in the apartment's light, he tilts it towards his face to look at the 'business' end of the faux organ. In a moment of shock, he realized that this toy was molded after somebody he knew...intimately well nonetheless. He flipped the toy around once again; surprised to see a tight, star shaped entrance with its own cap covering it.
"Hell's bells, 'Belle." he said softly, examining the toy with a bit of newfound respect. He looks down to the box in his lap still, holding the sex toy in his right paw as he lifts up a small folded letter, previously attached to the underside of the boxes lid. Using his thumb to lift the folded paper apart, he read the contents to himself. "So, whatever I do to this thing," he tells himself, referencing the paper letter and making sure to re-read the signature at the bottom. He grins and chuckles thinking of what he could do to a certain skunk when she was wearing the counterpart panties. He set the box aside and unscrewed the glass cap on the side of the sex toy that was molded after the skunks nether lips when parted slightly with arousal. He held it in one paw, bringing his other close with pointer finger outstretched. Jim stops once more, setting the toy down as he stands up and hops over the back of his couch and washes his hands with soap and water in his kitchen sink. Drying them with a paper towel and tossing it away into his trash bin, he returns to the couch and resumes his experimentation with the toy.
Touching the toy's bared blue silicon skin, Jim revels on how warm it feels. "Never felt a toy like this before." He continues to play with the lips, using his thumb and forefinger to spread the lips apart and let go, watching the silicon slowly reshape itself. He explores the clitoral hood next, his thumb pad rubbing alongside the surprisingly fleshy mimicking nub, pushing the hood back slightly with each minute forward motion. He was amazed at how real it felt. Jim had some sex toys in his past, though they couldn't hold a candle towards this toy in terms of realism.
He thought about Annabelle, wondering why she got him this toy when she usually came over during the week for a good romping. The last time they had some quality time together made him grin. The scratch marks along his back had only healed recently. He felt his member stir, looking down at his sheath and balls to see a pink tip greet him. "Well hello there Sir," he chuckled and looked to the toy held in his paw, giving the thought deep consideration of trying it out for his own. "Fuck it, I shall." He grinned and stood up, leaving the toy on the couch to walk to the bathroom and find an appropriate water based lubricant to use on himself and the toy.
Annabelle sat at her computer chair, preening her claws with a nail file. A pop up on her computer screen caught the indigo skunk's attention out the corner of her eye. She leaned forward and reached for her mouse, wiggling it when she wrapped her paw around it to find the cursor. She clicked the flashing mailbox at the toolbar at the bottom of the screen, waiting for her office mail program to load, sighing in frustration at the waiting bar slowly etching towards the end. "Millions in profit a year and can't even upgrade the most basic stuff." When she finally opened her mail inbox, she saw the black letter bolded confirmation notice about her package being delivered. Her small round ears perked up instantly, tail thrashing wildly about behind her. A warmth blossomed in her body, her dark, indigo blue fur, standing on end as the warmth heated her cheeks in a schoolgirls blush as she thought about her playmate finding the gift she sent him. Butterflies in her stomach fluttered about, making the skunk squirm about in her chair and look around to make sure she had a moment alone. Standing up quickly and walking to her office door, she closed the blinds and locked the door to give herself a bit of privacy. Next, she slipped her phone out of her brazier and sent a frantic text to her partner, Nethaniel. "Taking a long lunch, don't ask me to the café I told you about earlier. ;P" Satisfied with her precautions, she parted her suit jacket and started to unbutton her blouse, only to double over suddenly when something suddenly probed her nether lips. She gave a sharp gasp as she felt a pair of fingers rub her clothes hidden mound and spread her lips apart. "My, my, rudder-tail, aren't you feisty this afternoon." She spoke to Jim, despite him being on the other side of the city. She rested her paws on the black leather couch, keeping herself in the bent over position while her tail rises and whips back and forth. Soft moans elicit from her lips as she continues to feel Jim touch the toy's surface. A sharp gasp escaped her, eyes springing open wide as her clit was being rubbed slowly. The warmth she felt blossom in her returned and settled in her belly and abdomen, making the woman swing her hips and part her legs while gripping the soft leather cushions with her blunt and filed claws. She couldn't do anything but ride out the sensation, her legs threatening to break underneath her as her sensitive nub was being stroked unabashed by her curious counterpart. The sensations ceased soon, giving Annabelle the time she needed to stand up, turn around and fall back onto her couch. Breathing rapidly as she began to understand that perhaps she should have given Jim his gift in person to explain better than the letter she left in the package. For whatever reason, Jim was playing with the toy. This gave her the moment she needed to unsnap her pants button and pull down the zipper. Slipping a paw inside she shivers from the press of her fingers over her panties, soft and velvety to the touch. She slips her paw lower, curving over her mound till her fingers brush over her puffy lips beneath the cloth. It feels damp to her, already the brief encounter has prompted her body to react. The cloth where her arousal has dampened feels slick, eerily similar to that of slime or ooze. Annabelle's mind focused now to what Jim was about to do, she tries to get herself more prepared. Slowly rubbing her mound and making sure she was nice and wet for what was about to transpire.
Jim returns to his couch and vaults over the back to land on the cushions with relative eagerness. Sprawling out on the couch, he picks up the toy from where he left it and set it on his chest while slipping a hand down to his sheath and starts to rub himself. It didn't take long to feel his sheath firm up as his member stiffened and slowly starts to protrude further from the tip. Turning his attention back to the toy, Jim suffers through a minor moment of shock. A thin and clear fluid trickled from within the toy's lips, slowly dripping onto his tan chest fur. Jim picks up the toy and holds it above his crotch, watching a bead of the "fluid" to roll down from between the toy's lips, and drop onto his abdomen, darkening his short fur. Reaching for the lips with his fingers, he begins to explore the toy once again. Once more surprised to feel how warm the toy has become. The slick fluid coats his finger as he slips his index inside, wondering if there was a size limit. The toy squeezes around his finger the further he inserts it, acting like how Annabelle would when he fingered her. Slowly he drew his finger out, curiosity overwhelms him as he lifts his finger to his mouth and licks some of the fluid coating his digit off. It tasted tangy, like how Annabelle tastes before she comes. The thoughts that spring to his mind raise his arousal even further. Setting the toy aside once again, he grabs his lube and cracks the cap open to squeeze a generous amount into the palm of his right paw. Capping the tube of lubricant single handedly and setting it aside, Jim brings his paws close and rubs them together. He lowers his hands over his aroused member, flexing to bring the organ up and become rigid even further, he slips his lubricated paws over his tip, biting the corner of his lip and breathing in sharply while slowly sinking his paws around his member and coating it with the lube. He pulls his hands away and wipes them on the couch cover, "Eh, just going to wash it again anyway." He picks up the toy, and holds it where the lips were aimed for his tip. He grabs his member and holds it upright, bringing the toy down and pressing the blue lips to his lubed tip. Inhaling sharply once more as he slowly sinks the toy down onto his member, "Damn, this feels way too much like the real thing."
Jim swore he could feel the lining of the toy constrict, gripping his member like Annabelle would during the first moments of penetration. He pulled the toy off, gasping sharply as his heated member was chilled suddenly by the air around him. "I need a better position," he remarked. He wondered if Annabelle was wearing the counterpart pair of underwear mentioned in the letter. He carries the toy to his bedroom, rubbing the lips with his fingers and inserting his middle digit up to the second knuckle. He looked around for an idea of how to 'holster' the toy into a slot that would hold it still for him. Looking at his waist high bed, a lightbulb went off in his head. He knelt down and lifted up the top mattress from the bottom one, wedging the toy in between the two before letting the top mattress down again. There, sitting on his knees it was just at the right height for him to thrust into like he had mounted Annabelle like a dog. In fact, as he looked down, it was raised up an inch so it made it easier to thrust upwards and rub his tip and length along that rough patch of skin a few inches within. He gets on all fours to look at the toy, finding the lips just as wet, if not more than earlier. Curious, he leans forward after brushing his headfur out of the way, pushing his nose against the toy's clit and reeled back as Annabelle's aroused scent reeks from the toy he expected to smell like silicone. "Oh holy balls and jacob's ladders."
Annabelle whimpered softly in her office, gripping the couch she had essentially stripped on tightly in her hands as she felt Jacob's length spear her inside slowly as he first penetrated the toy across town. Shuddering and moaning out as she felt his length enter completely and hold within him, already she clenched, not wanting him to leave her so soon. However she could feel Jim slowly sliding out and she whimpered softly for him not to, and then she felt empty. She reached up and grabbed her breasts, kneading the impressive mammaries as her soft blue stripes glowed; growing brighter with each moment as she succumbed to her lust. She sat up, looking at her discarded clothes lying around her office, except for the lacy panties wrapped tightly around her crotch. She reached down, able to feel her shape and how the 'cloth' was damp where her arousal leaked from her slightly spread lips. It was here that she feels something wet press against her clit briefly before drawing back.
The skunk sunk into her couch again, her hips and rear hanging off the edge, tail pinned beneath her as she rubbed herself slowly in a counter clockwise manner. A moment passed, the sound of her rubbing her wet lips the only sound in the office until she cried out and stifled herself with one of the couches pillows. Jim's tongue probed and searched her depths, his hot breath passing over her lips. She quivered on the couch at the thought of Nethaniel or another one of her other coworkers walking into the office and getting a good view of her damp crotch as she masturbated, unknowingly being tongue fucked by her boyfriend who resided across town. Annabelle whined as she felt Jim run his tongue over her labia slowly, leaving her damp with his saliva and her fluid being cooled by the office's air conditioning.
Jim props his laptop on the bed in front of him, cracking open the lid and wiggling his finger on the touchpad to rouse the machine from its sleep. A lewd image of Annabelle saved to his desktop, he clicked the internet browser program situated, ironically, over her pussy. Bringing up a frequently visited porn site, he logs in and browses the selections of videos he's submitted. Grinning, he finds the one he was searching for. Pausing the video after he clicks on the link, he looks down at the toy and slips a paw down his body to grasp his member at its base. The bright blue colored toy dripped fem-lube from its spread lips, drawing his attention as he angled the tip of his member to 'Annabelle's' entrance and pushes in to sink in that first inch, feeling the toy grip him immediately. Seated inside of 'Annabelle' he plays the video, the bedroom filling with the sounds of electronic beats as he watched Annabelle's striped rear bounce on his cock. Thrusting into the toy as he watched their porn video he paced himself for the length of time the video played, wondering how his lover was doing as she was being drilled.
Annabelle was in the throes of passion as she felt her lips spread around Jim's nonexistent member. She wriggled and writhed on the couch, pushing against the floor as finally her lover had enough of experimentation and got down to the business she had wanted him to do. She coo's, feeling his member slip up into her, gasping sharply as his rounded head rubs against that sensitive patch inside of her. Hot, bothered, and having been masturbating continuously since Jim left her empty and before he started to help her along by oral means. She jams the pillow into her mouth, moaning loudly into the stuffing as Jim fucks her steadily through the toy. Her moans turn into whimpers as she tenses, toes curling against the carpeted floor and pushing on it to lift her hips up and falls back against the couch, body convulsing as a powerful orgasm wracked through her body in waves. Jim didn't stop, not like she thought he would when she normally had an orgasm. Jim plowed through the constrictions, Annabelle swearing she could feel the impact of him pulling or thrusting into the toy as hard as he could to get himself off.
Jim pants, bouncing his bed to the side as he rammed his hips into the mattress, the toy pussy squeaking and squelching as its generated fluid was shoved into the constricting tunnel his cock transitions through. The otter feels the walls of the toy constrict and quiver around his cock as he plunges in and pulls out. He grins, knowing that Annabelle was undergoing an orgasm. He drives onward, looking at the screen as the camera is moved around, being held in his hands now as Annabelle's well endowed breasts bounce heavily against her chest as she rides him, her tiger like stripes glowing a neon blue, indicating her level of arousal. Continuing to watch the video as he fucks the toy, Annabelle and Jim both start to moan and whimper the camera being tossed to the side, at an angle that shows Jim reaching forward and grabbing the skunks hips and pulling her down onto him as he lifts up into her, both of them crying out loudly as they orgasm. Jim orgasms as well, pumping his member into the toy as his shaft throbs. Leaning over the bed and grabbing the sheets tightly in his hands, he rams his cock in with a loud squelch, the toy constricting and convulsing around his member again, this time he can feel Annabelle squirt inside the toy, plugged with his member, as he spews his cum into 'her', feeling the rapid pulses well up and release in second long vents of fluid. He holds onto the bed tightly, shaking from the waist down as he keeps his cock stuffed into the toy. "Oh god 'Belle." He pants while closing the laptop and pushing it away, no longer needing the visual stimulation. "Oooh golly..."
Annabelle cried out after minutes of panting and moaning, clapping a paw over her mouth and squeezing her eyes shut as she huffed and puffed, feeling Jim climax in 'her'. Her panties replicate the stimulation and finale, warmth blossoming in her abdomen as faux cum squirts into her tunnel, pooling at the base near her cervix entrance. Another orgasm rolls through her powerfully and leaves the skunk collapsing back against the couch as he legs, no, her entire body trembled. Her nipples stood on end, poking through her fur as her areola glows brightly along with every stripe on her body. From the tip of her ears down to the base of her tail and the tips of her fingers and toes, she pulsed a neon blue as her cum dripped down her soaked thighs dropping into the dark stains beneath her. She smiles blissfully, too weak to giggle like a naughty schoolgirl at the fun she could have with this. Lost in blissful ignorance, she couldn't hear the key that pressed into her door's lock, turning the bolt, and being opened by a Snow-glow fox with silver eyes shining in the dark office. His eyes fixated on Annabelle, springing open wide as he covered his face with his paws and turned around quickly, banging his muzzle into the frame of the door. "God-damnit Annabelle!" Nethaniel yelled, reaching behind him to grab the door and slam it shut, dowsing the sexually satisfied skunk in darkness once again.