Blinky and Dinky

Author's Notes: This was a fun little one. Done in response to a challenge from Streti, challenge was essentially just to write a teenaged Palom/Porom fic, with possible masturbation scene. Well, I got teenaged Palom/Porom, and I got masturbation scene. So enjoy! If you want to skip the masturbation, just scroll about halfway down the first chapter.

Blinky and Dinky

by The Pairing Guy

In the land of Mysidia, there was a black mage named Palom. One day, after finishing his daily training, he headed straight home, as he usually did. Once he got back to his room, he closed the door behind him and began pulling off his footwear and pants - not as he usually did, but as he did once every week or so, so it was no surprise.

Once he was naked from the waist down, he sat down on his bed, looked down between his legs, and sighed. "Stupid Dinky Winkie."

Palom had named his male unit "Dinky" because it was so small. Well, really not terribly small; when fully erect it managed to cross the five inch mark. (Palom had verified this with a ruler.) And it wasn't just its size that Palom was disgusted with. It was Dinky's hopeless inability to stay straight for more than a few seconds. After becoming erect, it would periodically bob up and down, as though it were waving hi. Between those two things... Well, both times he'd managed to get so far as being naked with a girl, she broke out in hysterical laughter at the sight of pitiful little Dinky bobbing at the end of his crotch like a thumb puppet.

Palom laid down on his bed and reached for Dinky. As he began stroking himself, he said accusatorily to his penis, "You really don't deserve this. Thanks to you, I'll never get to be with a girl."

In the land of Mysidia there were no such things as smut books, Playboy magazines, porno films, Abercrombie and Fitch catalogues, or even adult-oriented fan fiction, so Palom had to make do with thinking of that day's training instructor while he masturbated. She was quite a dish, and though she wore rather form-concealing clothes, he could tell that she was at least a size B, perhaps even a size C. His imagination could easily stretch her up to size D, and take the wrinkles out of her face while it was at it.

All this was perfectly normal. What set this day apart from any other day was simply that Palom had failed to close the door properly. The latch fell just a millimeter short of locking into place, and air pressure gradually opened the door a crack. As Palom was tending to Dinky, he failed to notice this.

Nor did he notice his sister Porom poking her head in. Porom was trying out a new dress that she'd designed herself. Pink hose stretched admirably over her long legs. A modest white cloak lay over her slight shoulders and the tops of her not-so-slight breasts. Her slender arms lay bare, save for a pair of brown cuffs. A see-through garment resembling a nightie, cinched tight about her mid-section with a metal belt, was the only thing covering her torso, and even that did not reach all the way over the upper part of her bosom. She was working on an additional piece to the outfit, of course; a ravishing white-and-red top with skirt that would conceal a fair amount of skin while giving a good impression of her body's shape.

And of course, she would put slits over her breasts. She didn't want to hide too much skin, after all, this would be the outfit she would wear to her interview. She was being considered for the most prestigious mage academy in the world - a place for mages who had mastered every conventional spell in their class and were ready to explore new and untried fields of magic - and she didn't want to take any chances. Ever since the elder died, Porom had found people were unwilling to accept that a girl could so quickly advance through her studies. No girl could possibly become the youngest person to ever master every conventional spell in white magic, that's what they thought. So they held her back, until she learned the benefits of showing off one's assets. Simply wear a little revealing clothing, and suddenly her teachers were perfectly willing to train her in the spells she was ready for.

It was that simple. They wouldn't pass a woman's brains, but they would pass her sexuality. So she'd make sure to wear an outfit to show that sexuality off to her interviewer, and at a good point in the interview, she'd discreetly shift her skirt so that he would get a look at her private space. If he still wouldn't admit her just because she was a girl... Well, Porom was proud to say that she'd kept her virginity thus far, but she would do anything to get into that academy. She refused to let those chauvinist pigs keep her down after she'd studied so hard.

The interview was tomorrow, so she thought she'd ask her brother what he thought of her dress so far. Seeing that the door to his room was open, she saw nothing wrong with poking her head in.

And there he was, half naked, stroking his dick. Porom didn't know what it all meant, but he did look ridiculous. Stifling a giggle, she decided she'd have a little fun and surprise him in this embarrassing position.

Though still grumpy that he couldn't stick Dinky into a real girl, Palom was managing to get some decent action on it, and he allowed himself to enjoy that. Then he almost had a heart attack as Porom jumped onto his bed, landing right over him, her hands resting on either side of his head, legs straddling his crotch.

"Hey, Palom!" she laughed. "What do you think of -"

"Aaaaaaaaaaggghhh!" he screamed with primal horror as he reached his peak, the sight of his sister's shapely breasts and large pink nipples(both perfectly visible through her garment) sending him over the edge.

As a boy, Palom had witnessed men and women brutally disemboweled and fought monsters spawned by humankind's darkest nightmares. Yet none of that could compare with the soul-searing trauma of watching himself splatter his twin sister with glop after glop of semen, utterly helpless to stop it. Porom was of no help; she was almost as shocked and horror-striken by what was happening as he was.

If anything good could be said about Dinky, it was that he could fire out quite a hefty load. That seemed more of a curse now, as he covered Porom's dress with more and more of its white gunk. As Dinky fired out his forth, fifth, sixth shots, Palom mentally screamed at it, Stop! Please, for the love of the love of the gods, STOP!!!

Dinky did not listen.

When it at last ended, the front of Porom's flimsy garment was soaked from waist to bosom with cum. Palom was speechless in his horror.

Porom wasn't. "You stupid, obscene jerk!!!" she screamed at the top of her lungs, and whacked him on his head. "You ruined my outfit!"

"Ow! It's your fault! You surprised me!"

"How was I supposed to know that would happen?! You should have held it in!"

She whacked him again, and Palom wisely decided to shut up. He busied himself with wiping off the little bit of cum from the end of his dick onto the blankets.

Porom groaned for a moment at her ruined clothes. But she was suddenly distracted by the sight of her brother's limp penis. It was a cute little thing. A few boys had showed her their cocks in the hopes that she would have sex with them, and none of them were nearly as cuddable as Palom's. She reached for it.

"Hey!" Palom cried. "What are you doing?"

"I just want to feel what it's like," she said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

Palom didn't object as she took Dinky in her hand. Maybe he thought she'd forget about what he'd just done. Fat chance. Still, she liked how smooth and warm his dick felt in her hand. It wasn't like the rest of his skin at all. She could push it back and forth, flick it up and down, even (to her great astonishment) push the head back into its center.

"Hey. Knock it off," Palom complained.

On sudden impulse, she bent down and took it into her mouth. It was small enough to fit easily, though she could feel it begin to enlarge. The taste was... alluring.

"What.... What're you...?"

Unable to resist, she began sucking on it. The texture was delightful, especially after it grew to full size, all leathery and soft and malleable, yet rigid as her staff beneath its skin. She greedily sucked on it like a candy pop, using her lips and the inside of her mouth far more than her tongue.

Palom wanted to stop this - he didn't know why, but something about it felt horribly wrong. But he could do nothing, too overcome by the sensations to even speak. Nothing came out of his mouth but groans of pleasure as his sister's mouth rolled all over his cock.

Suddenly he gave a cry and came again, right in Porom's mouth. He would have warned her, but stupid Dinky always came too suddenly, so he never could tell until it was too late. Porom was so startled that by the time she pulled back he'd already fired three shots into her throat, and as she came off of him the fourth shot splatted right on her face.

"Huck... huck..." Porom gagged for a few seconds, and finally managed to spit out a glop of the semen she'd taken in. "Ack! H... horr..."

"I'm sorry..." Palom said, but his sister just glared at him briefly and stalked out. With a sigh, he went and picked his pants off the floor where he'd dropped them.

PAIRINGSPAIRINGSPAIRINGS

"Stupid Palom," Porom muttered as she went down to the lake. She could feel his sperm all over her, its wetness soaking right through the thin fabric of her outfit, lining her throat.

She tore off her clothes and dove into the water, vigorously splashing and scrubbing her skin to wash away the feel of her brother's ejaculation. When done with that, she put on a fresh undergarment and set to work at washing her new outfit. She scrubbed, rinsed, and squeezed out the transparent garment. When she was done, she proudly held it up before her and saw...

...that her new outfit was covered with rips. Palom's fluids had weakened the already fragile fabric to the point where it couldn't even stand a gentle washing.

"Damn you, Palom!" she cursed, her eyes brimming with tears of frustration. She'd worked so hard on this dress, only to have her brother ruin it before she even had a chance to wear it. She couldn't wear the top with skirt by itself - it was meant to attach to the see-through portion of the dress. Without it, it wouldn't stay on properly.

She ran back to her room and frantically searched her closet, but she already knew what she'd find: none of her alluring outfits were available. Two of them were loaned out to friends who were visiting their boyfriends in a far-off village, and the third one Palom had singed with one of his spells during her last day of training, making it beyond repair. Growling with more frustration, she grabbed one of her dresses and put it on.

Looking at herself in the mirror, it was all Porom could do to hold in a moan of despair. She'd never get into the academy with this outfit! This was the most revealing dress she had left, and she looked as prim and decent as a student at finishing school!

"Maybe... maybe I can modify it..."

Yes, just a little tear over the top of her breasts, plus some shortening of the skirt, would help a lot. It wouldn't stand up to the dress she had been working on, but it could be enough to pass the interviewer's eye. She took off the dress, grabbed a knife, and very carefully opened up a slit by the right breast. Then she worked it along, cutting, cutting.... The knife, not designed for working with clothing, inevitably slipped a few times, but in all likelihood it wouldn't matter, she told herself. She tried the dress on again.

But it did matter. Her sloppy fix job not only showed some skin, it left her entire left breast dangling out. No matter how she adjusted the dress, it just wouldn't come over the nipple. Prostitutes dressed with more dignity than this.

Porom collapsed to her knees, sobbing as she hadn't done in years. "Oh gods, what am I doing? What am I DOING!? I used to rely on my brains, my manners... now what am I...?"

She knew. And she couldn't stop crying.

{ To be concluded! Next chapter: Dinky ventures where he has never ventured before!

Also next chapter: Porom has her interview! And we learn who the heck Blinky is! }