Terri's Tracer cosplay gets lost in space-time!

"Please tell me this wretched thing is about to run out of batteries!" Terri pleaded. Her friends had been stripped butt-naked in the middle of the con- and if that frisbee-thing kept humming its menacing hum, she was next!

"I can't stop it!" Marigold cried. "U-um, don't worry, Terri! Your chronal accelerator will protect you!"

"It's a bloody prop!" Terri put a hand to her forehead. "Fine! If you can't stop this ruckus, I'll be the heroine of this story!" Terri wrenched the frisbee out of Marigold's hands, twisted around, and threw it as hard as she could against the wall.

The tellocator hit the wall on its reinforced edge, and instead of shattering, it rebounded at hyperspeed. Terri and Marigold stared, openmouthed, as it sailed away- but not before it left them with a familiar goodbye.

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Terri let out a high-pitched shriek as, one by one, her cosplay vanished through the wormhole normally reserved for socks and scrunchies in the dryer. First to go was her bomber jacket; Terri slapped her hands to her tiny chest and bit her lip in dread. Next went her suspenders and tank top, leaving her topless but for her chronal accelerator. Her budding cherry-red nipples scraped against the harness painfully.

"Cover me! Please!" Terri yelped. She gripped the falling waistline of her leggings , pulling them up before they could fall. "Quick, before my pants disappear!"

Marigold stood, paralyzed, her mind unable to process anything but the way Terri was digging her leggings into her crotch hard enough to dig deep into her snatch. She gaped dumbly- and then those yellow leggings vanished, leaving behind Terri's blooming pink pussy, flush and spread beneath a brown landing strip.