Thinking With Portals (An Incredibles 2 Futa Ballbusting story)
**A/N: Inspired by an image I found recently. Unfortunately the artist doesn’t want me to share it so just you’ll just have to use your imagination. Anyway, back to the story.**
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Voyd was really starting to piss Elastigirl off.
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That isn't to say she hated her or anything. In fact, Elastigirl (or Helen, as she usually went by with some of the other supers) genuinely liked her for the most part. She was a bit shy at times, and was a total fangirl when they'd first met. Even so, when the going got tough, Voyd had proven herself to be a reliable, if somewhat inexperienced hero. She kind of reminded Helen of herself, back when she'd first started out her career as a Super.
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No, Helen liked Voyd. What she \*didn't\* like, was Voyd busting her balls. And she meant that very literally.
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You see, what most people didn't know about Helen was that she was a futanari, which meant she had the entire 'dick, balls, and pussy' package. (Bob had been a bit (read: very) surprised when she'd first shown him her 'equipment', but despite his grumpy demeanor and tendency to 'act first, think later,' he'd proven himself to be a very kind and understanding man.) So when she said that Voyd was busting her balls, she meant that \*very\* literally.
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Elastigirl had wondered how Voyd had figured it out (she'd been popular with millions of people back during the Golden Age, but even then, no one had figured it out) but quickly realized that Voyd must've used a portal to watch her fight Screenslaver, aka, Evelyn Deavor. During said fight, Evelyn had been dirty and ruthless, slamming kick after knee after punch into Helen's poor testicles. It'd been damn-near impossible to throw a punch or try to grapple her without the villain flattening her gonads, mocking the futanari hero all the while.
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Since that day, Helen had been on the receiving end of countless sacktaps, nut-shots and ballbusts, all at the hands, feet, etc of Voyd. And the worst part was, Helen could never see them coming, because Voyd had gotten annoyingly good at making portals quickly and quietly. And it didn’t seem to matter where she was, Voyd always seemed to know where she was.
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The first time it’d happened, Helen had been taking a shower after a particularly long night of patrol. There’d been no hint or warning. One moment, she was basking in the warm water, lathering herself in soap. The next, she heard a quiet, near-silent \*whooshing\* sound that was followed shortly by a sharp \*smack!\* and an intense pain in her balls that had her groaning and sinking to to her knees, hands clutched to her groin.
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That had been her first sack tap of many. What was a painful, one-off experience turned into a semiweekly, hell, even daily routine fairly quickly. Voyd even got pretty creative with the ways she busted Elastigirl’s nuts. Along with the harsh sack-taps, there were punches and squeezes, the occasional stomps and kicks, and even a couple times where two portals would appear beneath her, one for each leg, which made her fall and crush her nuts on the thin strip of ground between the portals. That last one in particular left her curled into a ball for a minute or two whenever it happened.
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Helen had tried on multiple occasions to find and talk to the ballbusting heroine, even going to Winston to see if he could find her, but nothing worked, Winston simply telling her that he hadn’t talked to Voyd since the day Supers were made legal again. She’d apparently taken some time off but “She supposed to be back here in a week or so. Why do you ask?”
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She sure as hell wasn’t going to tell the millionaire that the young super was literally busting her balls, for obvious reasons, and simply resigned herself to endure the ball pain for the next week until Voyd showed up.
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Letting out a sigh, Elastigirl, still in costume after yet another night on patrol, sat down on a plush couch, letting her body sink into the cushions. She was currently taking a breather at a local safe house in the city of Municiburg, decompressing after a long night. A cold glass of water sat on a nearby coffee table, with a half-eaten granola bar next to it. Beside her on the couch sat a gym bag with her civilian clothes in it, which she'd change into before she left. Normally she'd already be changed into them, but it'd been a long night, and she wanted a small break before making the trip home.
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She'd been sitting on the couch for a little while, perhaps 30 or so minutes, and she was finding it harder and harder to keep her eyes open.
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'Maybe I'll just... take a little nap.' She thought, yawning. 'I've more than...?'
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\*Whoosh\*
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She heard it. Quiet, but still there. The sound of a portal opening.
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Before she could react, she felt a hand clamp tightly around her balls. Her suit, which had been specifically designed to stretch with her powers, gave way easily as her balls were pullllllled away from her body. Helen let out a sharp yelp as she fell off the couch in her panic, scrambling as her balls were stretched, pulled through the portal that had appeared in the floor a foot or so away from the couch.
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Hissing and moaning in pain, Elastigirl managed to plant her feet on either side of the portal, her ass sitting right on the edge of the swirling mass of energy. Her gloved hands tried and failed to find purchase on the slick floor behind her.
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Suddenly, there was another harsh tug on her ballbag. Wincing, the futa Super glanced down through the portal to see Voyd looking up at her, a smug look on her face. The younger heroine had grabbed Elastigirl's scrotum just above her twin testicles, pushing the orbs to the very bottom of their sack. Her free hand was clenched into a fist, held a few inches below the futa's defenseless organs.
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Helen's eyes widened. 'Oh fu-'
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Thump!
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Like a hammer, Voyd's fist crashed into her testicles. A sharp pang of agony raced up from her balls, all the way up her spine, causing her to let out a groan as she tried to ride out the pain and nausea.
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Whump!
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Another punch, flattening her rubbery testicles between the portal girl's fists.
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"Urg!" Helen groaned, a small bit of spittle flying from her mouth as she grit her teeth. 'F-fuck, she's being harsher than-!'
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Wham!
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Again without warning, a third harsh punch slammed into the heroine's grapes, making her let out a gasping yelp as she fought through the pain, her gaze wavering as her entire body shook and trembled.
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Thwack!
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Slam!
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Fwump!
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Bam!
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Thwock!
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On and on, Voyd slammed punch after punch into Elastigirl's testicles, flattening the unfortunate orbs to the same width as a piece of construction paper too many times for Helen to counts. Sometimes Voyd would pull her sack down farther only to slam her knee into the thoroughly battered and bruised balls, but for the most part, the young heroine was punching Helen's balls like they'd just insulted her, squashing, bashing and flattening her gonads for what felt like hours.
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The good part about essentially being made of rubber was that her balls wouldn't suffer any permanent damage from punches and knees. The bad part meant that the only way she was getting out of this was when Voyd decided to stop. And with the way she was pounding her baby-makers, it didn't seem like that would happen anytime soon.
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Wham!
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Helen let out a very un-hero-like whine as her balls received another particularly crushing hit. Her strength had long since left her, leaving her lying motionless on the floor, save for the occasional groan and flinch as her gonads were beaten just below her. Her vision was shaking and darkening. She could tell she was close to passing out from the overwhelming agony racking her body. Her balls had taken a thorough beating, that was for sure.
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Eventually, she heard Voyd speak. It was quiet, too quiet to properly make out, but Helen thought she heard "fun" and "next time."
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This was followed shoftly by another heavy tug on her ballbag, harsher than all the others. Voyd quickly let go, sending Elastigirl's nutsack flying directly upward like a rubber band. Instead of going back through the portal though, because said portal disappeared the second Helen's nuts flew through, they bounced back and slapped directly against the cold ground.
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With a sharp cry, Helen grabbed her battered, bruised, beaten testicles with both hands and curled up into a ball groaning and moaning as she rocked gently back and forth, trying to assuage the absolute agony in her loins. It didn't help much, but it did make her feel slightly safer, knowing her precious organs had some measure of protection after being subjected to the brutal beating Voyd had dished out.
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When she could stand, she'd go to Winston and talk about a restraining order. For now, she was somewhat content to lie there and wait for the agony to fade, knowing she was in for a long wait.