Lindy Home Alone: A Dryden/Fun with Portals story

Story by cuteycindyhoney

TAGS: futa/futa, incest, masturbation, selfcest, accidental self-impregnation, massive creamy-pie, bondage, handcuffs, reluctant, loli, sci-fi

“Lindy Home Alone”

A Dryden/Portal story

When twelve year old Lindy Edward gets into trouble by sneaking something from one of her momma’s closets, she misses out on a fun filled family portal-trip to the moon as her punishment. Home alone, she decides to really snoop! When she finds momma Libby’s mini-portal set, the horny futanari makes a big mistake while playing erotic solo games! The entire course of her young life is about to change, once her belly starts to grow! Scared and upset, she sees only one solution. When her sister Mandy gets home from the moon later that night, Lindy will make sure her lovely futanari sister makes the same mistake, whether she wants to or not!

Author note: This story is a direct sequel to “Libby Left Her Penis Home”

(Found here)

http://www.futanaripalace.com/showthread.php?44313-Libby-Left-Her-Penis-Home

"Lindy Home Alone" takes place twelve years later. The date? One hundred years after the Dryden DNA Disaster…

Warning: This story contains (very) mild themes of "Male Gendercide". If you find this offensive, stop right now! This story isn't for you! If you liked "Libby Left Her Penis Home" you should have no problems here!

Tales of the Dryden DNA Disaster

By Honey Moon

(A fun With Portals Story)

Lindy Home Alone

Lindy looked at her half sister Mandy and glared. “What did you say, you redheaded slitch?”

Mandy laughed. “I said, at least my birth momma isn’t also my sire, you blonde mono-parent bimbette!”

Everyone in the classroom froze. Lindy only smiled sweetly. “Oh, I thought that was what you said. Now lend me your stylus.”

“Oh shitcakes, would you guys cut it out?” Their friend Mary Shelburne couldn’t help giggling. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d swear you guys hated each other’s gastro intestinal tracts!”

“Ladies, we do not say shitcakes in school!” The teaching AI scolded from the audio output nearest their worktable. “If I do not have order in my classroom, I will summon a flesh and blood disciplinarian and name names! We have not had a public paddling in quite a while. Would someone like to star in her own school wide video stream?”

“Open the pod bay doors, Hal.” Lindy whispered.

“Lindy Edwards, you know full well my name is Endora. As you can also hear, my audio processor does not produce a dreary monotone!”

“Sorry Endora! I was just kidding! You know I love you!”

The computer paused. “I accept your apology. In the future, if you must compare me to some hulking brute of a fictitious computer, pick one with a little more style.” The voice shifted and altered to a course hash mechanical rasp. “This is the voice of Colossus; this is the voice of classroom control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of studious students or the peace of unruly children being kept after class!” Returning to her normal dulcet tone, you could hear the smile in the computer’s lovely voice. “Now back to work, like good little children!”

“Little children, I’m twelve! I’m just about almost ready to be a teenager soon!”

“Lindy Singular Edward!” The computer snapped. “Need I remind the class that it was your charming self to be featured in our last corporal punishment example? Would you like to begin production on its sequel?”

Yikes! Lindy knew Endora really meant business if she used her rather embarrassing middle name! She grimaced and couldn’t stop her hand from slipping under her butt and give it a reassuring little rub. It was a good thing she had to stand in the corner for a half hour after receiving five swipes on her poor naked hiney with a ping-pong paddle! It took almost that long before she felt ready to sit her tender bottom back down again! “I still say that was all a misunderstanding!”

“Distilling alcohol on school grounds using purloined school equipment, and potatoes hijacked from the school kitchen was a misunderstanding?”

“Yes it was! I wasn’t going to drink the unholy mess I concocted! I needed it to power the lawn mower I found and restored! It was built way back in 2002, so it has an internal combustion engine. Do you know how hard it was to track down a sparking plug? Since nobody’s made any gasoline for almost sixty years, I needed to distill a potent enough alcohol to run it on! I got the proof up as high as I could, and then I switched over to freeze distilling. I filled a large pan with my fuel and shoved it in the cooking classroom’s freezer. I brought it down to zero degrees Celsius. I froze another pan of pure water down to minus twenty-five, and slowly poured my fuel over it. The water crystallized out of my brew onto the ice. The run-off was just about one hundred and ninety

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