There were more species from my dreams who I had not yet summoned. Some I just thought were not interesting. One species I actively avoided because I couldn’t see how doing so would be anything other than a disaster. That left one potentially interesting species, the portal people.

The portal people appeared in my dreams during my anal experimentation days, though what they did was not, strictly speaking, anal sex. Their shtick is that they had come up with a different solution to the sewage problem. Rather than a system of pipes and waste processing plants and controversy over where those let out, they had genetically engineered their bodies so that they did not need any of that, or even toilets.

They still produce bodily waste. They had engineered the disposal solution. Each person is born with a portal that allows them to dump some of their wastes into another dimension. When requesting the favor from Mona, I’d used the word “portal,” before changing it to “doorway” for clarity, because it was essentially the same thing, a wormhole connecting two different places that were in different universes. Well, maybe where the portal people sent stuff was another universe; I’d never explored it. But Mona knew about these people, and I didn’t want Mona to make a wormhole from my home to the sewage dimension, so I chose my words carefully.

A limitation in the design resulted in each person having only one portal. In men, the portal is in their ass, and they poop through it and into the sewage dimension. They literally poop in their pants and don’t get dirty because it never escapes their bodies.

Women’s portals are a little different. In the relaxed state, the portal covers the urethra and the vagina, and both urine and menstrual fluid go through it. When a woman is sexually excited, her vulva elongates and the portal moves upward along it. Her vagina becomes accessible below the portal, so that she can have sex. Likewise, when she gives birth, the portal is pushed out of the way along with the other organs and the child is born into the world, not into the portal.

The women of this species are also different in that they have an anal penis that they poop through. Is that weird? I don’t know how it feels, since I don’t get to use it in dreams even when I have one. But when portal women poop, or when portal men pee, they insert their penis into any other person’s portal. Those portals are two-sided, and entering from either side goes into the same other dimension. That’s how they get rid of the waste that doesn’t directly leave their body into a portal.

A portal person doesn’t have to link up with a person of the other gender; everybody has an accessible portal that can be used for either kind of waste. You can’t use your own portal this way, though, because the organs don’t reach. While women’s organs are closer together than men’s, they still can’t. In portal people, the anus is a bit further back, more in the position of a tail than an anus, and the other organs a bit further forward, which makes it more practical for two people to connect their organs this way while standing, and more difficult to connect your own two organs.

The resemblance of what portal people do to vaginal or anal sex was how they fit into my alternative-sexuality-exploring phase. I’d be a male portal person in dreams featuring other portal people, usually women, and they would poke their penises into my ass. Not that I could feel it much, because there was no feeling beyond the entrance. It disappeared into the other dimension rather than going any further inside me.

The portal people are very open about it. Using portals in this way is not sex, to them. Sex is still an intimate experience which involves significant foreplay to help the woman open up. Rape is impossible; if a woman does not want sex, her vagina is inaccessible behind the portal, and it cannot be forced open. Anal sex is absolutely impossible; you can only go into the portal.

A portal person might use the portal of a friend or a passing acquaintance or, if desperate, a stranger. The stranger would go along with it because it was a high crime to allow bodily wastes to spill into their world. And you might see two people do this right on the street. It isn’t a thing they feel they have to hide. All their pants and long skirts have front and back flies to make this work; with short skirts, they just lift them up to provide access. They don’t wear underwear, maybe because they don’t care if people see those parts sometimes, but still, their short skirts are never shorter than just above the knee. Skirts, of any length, might be worn by both female and male portal people; it is just a wardrobe choice and not a kind of gender expression.

Children do it too. Infants are fitted with a portable portal over their penis, which is loaned to them by the government. These portals are taken from corpses, as the portals still provide a connection to the other dimension after a person is dead. In normal cases, they do not take them, because the degree of cutting needed to remove the portal is considered desecration of a corpse. But in cases where a body is already mutilated, they do harvest the portals, so they are available in limited numbers. Because of this, they only use them until the children reach the age of about 2, at which point they have their equivalent to potty training, using a parent’s portal to deposit their wastes, or when they get a little older, the portals of their similarly aged friends.

They live in larger family groups which could include multiple married couples as well as unmarried people and children, so even when a wage-earner is out at a job, they still have multiple adults who can use each others’ portals. At work, they use a co-worker’s portal; in school, the children use one another’s.

But to a normal human, what they do every day and often in public looks like sex. I had dreams with both Jody and Victoria as portal people of their respective genders, both of them receiving from portal people of both genders who needed to use the restroom, despite Jody and Victoria’s inability to do so themselves because of the dream restriction.

Saturday night, I dreamed myself with Doris, a portal woman. Doris is a slender, short woman, 5’2”, 120 pounds, with light brown hair. She’s older than Mona, though I’m not sure how much older. I’m not sure if Jody was a portal person or a normal human male in the dream, but at the end of it, I needed to pee, and Doris allowed me to use her portal. And I woke up, because that rule still holds; needing to pee in the dream means needing to pee in real life.

So on the morning of Sunday, July 23, Doris was in bed with me, and I asked, “Doris, am I in your portal?”

“Yes. You aren’t in my vagina, so you must be in the portal.”

“OK, because I really do need to pee, as I did in the dream, and I’d love to take advantage of your portal to do so, the way I never get to do in dreams.”

“Go right ahead. I’m going to do it, too.”

So I did. I peed out a full bladder into her, and just as it always did with these people, it went somewhere else where it was never to be seen again. And she did too, though it was completely hidden away and it was only because she had said it that I knew she had peed at all.

As we got out of bed, I told my companion, “Can you do something for me, Doris?”

“Sure, what is it?”

“Inspect me and find out whether I have a portal. I normally don’t, but the way things are going now, I can’t be sure anymore.”

I turned around and bent over for her, and she inserted a finger into me. From the feeling, I already knew the answer.

“No, it’s just your anus.”

“OK, then, you’re in my world, and if you need to poop, you’ll have to use the toilet like I do.”

“You’ve brought me to your world before, so I am familiar with them.”

Yes, of course I had. My early dreams of these people went into their world, where everyone was a portal person, but later on, when I was over the anal fascination, they showed up along with other characters or alone. For example, I might have a Sea Woman laying an egg into someone’s portal and having it vanish into the mysterious cesspool on the other side. Those dreams typically occurred in my world, or one like it, and usually there was only one portal person in each of those dreams. That person would be forced to use our toilets for the waste that did not go directly into a portal, and Doris had appeared in that role a number of times.

Doris’s wardrobe was exactly as I remembered, with the double-fly clothes. There were indeed no underwear, but they’d been replaced with double-fly casual shorts with elastic waistbands. Those didn’t look like underwear, so the fact that she chose to wear one of those with nothing over it wouldn’t be strange to whoever I saw today.

When I came out of the shower, she was indeed pooping in the toilet, but in her way. She straddled the bowl, facing away from the tank, and with her shorts still on, with her penis sticking out the rear fly. And also, in the manner of her people, she didn’t need any privacy for this act.

“If you do that around any other people, make sure you do it alone, with the door closed. It’s part of our custom here, and will ensure you don’t shock people who’ve never seen an organ like yours.”

“Oh, right.”

“Though if we explore my dream world today, you might not see any other people close enough for it to matter.”

Doris had a confused look, and I explained about the doorway Mona had created for me, and what was on the other side. After breakfast, we went through briefly, and I explained in more detail.

“Notice how you can see people over there but can’t make them out clearly?”

“Yeah, what’s up with that?”

“I think those are representations of real people. They have to be here because the world depends on their existence, but they are not participating in the dream. You can’t interact directly with them.”

“Is this whole thing a dream? I thought we woke up in the real world.”

“Yes, we are real. The house where we woke up is real. But this is the world I come to in my dreams, one of them anyway. That’s what Mona’s doorway connects. We are limited in what we can bring back by rules that Mona’s magic operates under. One of those is that if I buy stuff with dream world money I cannot bring it back, except for certain categories like food.”

“OK. That’s pretty confusing, that you brought me out of a dream into the real world, and then we walked back through a doorway into another of your dreams, but while you are not dreaming.”

“Yes. I am still trying to understand some of it myself.”

We went back into the real world and I had a video call with my parents and introduced Doris. Telling them she was a portal person seemed to mean nothing to them, but I didn’t try to explain because I thought it was too much to explain on a short call. Since this is the first time I’ve brought a portal person here, I have no idea if the others will know about them. When I summon Aries, people of the world know that her species exists. But if you don’t see portal people doing their thing, there’s nothing to distinguish them from normal humans, and if there aren’t other portal people, then no one will see them doing their thing.

We spent the day in the dream world, with me reminiscing about places I remembered while growing up, and explaining some of them to Doris. And I tested out the interaction at a restaurant. Indeed, I could not get service in a sit-down restaurant, but I could place an order for fast food at one of the restaurants that have ordering kiosks and pick up a bag with my number printed on it when it came out. That was weird, because I couldn’t remember restaurants with ordering kiosks when I was in high school, but we found one. But time in the dream world is weird and sometimes seems inconsistent.

I went to bed that night without fucking Doris, and dreamed of Victoria visiting Mona’s castle, so that I could get Mona to set up the other doorway between Victoria’s dream world and Jody’s. Two doorways, actually, since she also made one from her castle into Victoria’s dream world, which she covered with a locked door once we were done, just as she’d done with the other.

When I asked Mona about that, she explained, “It’s not to keep you from visiting me, but to protect you and your dream world from unscrupulous people from my world. That place is tied intimately into your mind, and Jody’s mind, and there are wizards here who could do awful things with that sort of access. It’s in my castle, so I don’t expect intruders, but if one did get in and then through to your dream world, I might not notice. If you actually want to come visit me, just knock. The lock is magical; only I can open it. If you hear no response, it means I am not there. I’ll know who’s there, and open it for you or Jody and your party.”

“Thanks, Mona. Always looking out for us.”

So on Monday, July 24 I had only the doll, and I ventured into Victoria’s world to check a few things, including confirming she had the multiple dildos and vibrators I remembered, and that she and Nancy were in the 5th grade class picture, in the dresses they bought together in that dream. The room didn’t seem different from when I had been there as Victoria within dreams.

That night I dreamed of Nancy to bring her into the real world to let her explore the doorway. I explained this to her on the morning of Tuesday, July 25, and she happily accepted my request to go explore both my dream world and Victoria’s. And just as I was able to enter those worlds from this side, she could as well.

She spent all day in there, and summarized her findings over dinner.

“First off, there wasn’t much surprising to me. I’ve grown up in your dreams with either you or Victoria, and I’ve been in your house many times. Other than the weird absence of your parents and anything belonging to them, and likewise for her parents, there’s nothing weird there. Of course, they never appeared in your dreams, either. Things there look as I remember them.”

“That makes sense. Thanks.”

“I went outside your house as well, and things are fuzzier there. I didn’t spend as much time in the neighborhood. My house was there, but it was empty; naturally, I wasn’t there since I’m here.”

“So, do you think my summoning you here removed you from that world today?”

“Yes, I think that exactly.”

“Mona thought the same would happen, that she can’t be there and here at the same time.”

“I went out exploring quite some ways from your house, and eventually got lost. But when I decided I needed to try to find my way back, I found our neighborhood quickly. So quickly that I’m not sure I know how to find my way back to where I got lost.”

“Hmm.”