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This won't make much sense unless you read at least Viewpoints - Zen first. Some things continue on from For Magic!, More Magic!, and Faux Fakes, Real Feels though, so you might want to start there.

Viewpoints Tricky Twin

"Well, I didn't know you knew how to sew," Samantha said, watching her twin brother finish the seam.

"It's okay. I didn't tell you before." The wolf held up the cloth to inspect his handiwork. "That's all of them, right?" he asked, setting the last pair of green-lined underwear next to its matching orange cloth.

The she-wolf checked the bag. "Yup. We can make more copies of Gurt's spell if we need to, but we don't know when his will vanish. We know the copies'll last two weeks, but they can't be copied. Built in protection for the people who developed the original spell."

"Why don't we just get a bootleg copy machine that can make copies of the copies?" Samuel asked.

"You really want to risk the wrath of the college over that?"

"Good point." He got thoughtful. "Maybe..."

"We'll see," she said with a grin. Not like them even having this was within the rules. As long as not too many got out, it'd be okay.

"I guess we should either give them out in pairs at once or tell people to be patient, since they seem to feed off their pair's activity," he said. His sister still hadn't told her brother about the second secret to the things. Though he'd noticed the timing oddity, he thought the spells were just somewhat interlinked in action, not realizing just how connected they were.

It was quite a wonderful magic item pair. Their uncle sent her a pair of fabric-lined underwear that supposedly would sometimes provide fake, magical cocks to poke and enjoy the wearer. Her brother got an orange cloth that was the same shape as the green lining in the underwear, and he was told that it would sometimes have a fake, magical pussy through it, but only when the black tag attached to it turned green, which may be at odd times.

That premise alone was quite interesting, but Samantha had sussed out the subterfuge. The black tag turned green when the underwear were being worn. The orange cloth didn't lead to a fake pussy, it led to the real one of the wearer, with the sensation through the orange cloth being a projection of the other side, and the green underwear cloth carrying a projection of whatever went into the orange cloth. The fake was a fake, the feels were real. Even better, it was super-safe. Nothing felt too big or too small or hurt either person using either side.

Now, thanks to the power of copy machines, they had many more than just the one pair of underwear and orange cloth. The brother's seamster prowess even meant that the new undergarments could have the front of the green cloth pulled down, so males wearing the clothing could whip it out through the opening. Though it was possible to reach the male wearer's bits through the orange cloth, anything that wanted to interact with them on the original pair of underwear had to go into the orange cloth, which reduced the possible things that the male could do. This flap opened up the potential access quite nicely.

"Okay, we just need to make sure that nobody who'll be in the same place gets a matching pair," she decreed.

"Why not?" her brother asked as he checked the numbers on the pairs.

"Oh, ah, for testing reasons, and so they don't notice the use coordination," she said. "More mysterious that way." Her ear perked at the doorbell. "Were you expecting somebody?"

"Nope," Sam said as his sister headed to the front door and peeked.

She opened it curiously. "Hi Zen," she said, smiling down at the fox. The poor fennec looked unsure, but he was rather small compared to her, so she tried to be less imposing.

"Hi," the fennec exclaimed. "I, um... Eric tipped me off to something, and said that I should ask you for a pair of prototype underwear." He fidgeted.

"Oh, for your wife?" Sam asked, her whiskers perked curiously.

"For myself," the fox admitted shyly.

The twin grinned widely. "I get ya," she said with a wink, her tail wagging at the thought. "Hold on tight."

She turned and headed to the room where the goods were, grabbing pairs one and two of the underwear and orange cloth number three, her mind racing as she plotted and schemed. Then she rushed back to the fox.

"Come on in," she invited him. He was old enough to be her father, but so much smaller. She closed the door behind him and smiled, offering him the three items. "These are prototype magical devices, so you absolutely have to follow the rules or something very bad could happen."

She showed him the numbers on them. "I brought one for you and one for your wife, and one humpycloth just in case. You can wear number one, and she can wear number two. The humpycloth is number three."

"Humpycloth?" he asked, holding up and inspecting the garments.

"I'll explain, don't interrupt," she chided him. "The prototypes are sex toys. Magic projection inside the humpycloth, and magic projection out of the green lining in the underwear. The humpycloth is pretty simple. When the tag is green, it has a fake rear inside. Maybe female, maybe male. Use the holes inside and enjoy. Just be aware the cum you leave in it won't stay in, and the slick that starts inside won't come out. Oh, but also make sure everything's slippery enough. Lots of precum is important before you poke in. Otherwise have fun with it. You can't hurt it and it can't hurt you. Oh, and you can hold the orange humpycloth anywhere in the air and let go, and it will stay there. Makes it easier to position for fun. No touching the orange part when the tag is black though."

"Oh, huh," the fox said, his ears turning pink inside as the she wolf twin explained it to him.

"Then the underwear will sometimes make a projection to fuck its wearer. Could be pretty much anything. Tongues, cocks, fingers, or whatever. But never will hurt the person." She tugged on the flap and pulled it down. "Since you're male, when the flap is closed you might get something rubbing or playing with your cock. But you'll still hit the cloth, so it's kind of limited. If you want to reach your own cock or have it reach something else, you can open the flap. Then you can even have a fake cock in you while you stick your real cock in the cloth if it's active."

"And you can always use them in creative ways," she said with a grin. "Drape the humpycloth over somebody's rump with the orange side out and get the look of their back and the feel of their hips while they don't get poked at all and you enjoy the hole in the cloth. You can even have somebody in the underwear and then put a humpycloth over that and both enjoy the things without actually doing anything to each other. Well, I guess kinda like dry humping technically, but better feels. Anyway, you're getting these, so it's your duty to get them back to us, but you can loan them out to anybody else you want while you have them."

"Anything else?" the fox asked, wondering if his ears could get any warmer from their blush.

"Ah, not much. Oh! These are toys, so don't expect romance. It happens rarely from the underwear, but the projections inside the cloth don't care for it at all, so just hump and dump and be happy for the best results. And expect the underwear to hump and dump most of the time too. Also you're canid, but your knot can't get truly stuck in the cloth, so you can sink it and enjoy, then pull out without a problem no matter how tight it feels. And try to make sure somebody's wearing the underwear most of the time. It tends to stop working as well if nobody's wearing it. If you take it off, give it to somebody else to wear. Um, aaaaand you're male, so you should probably put some lube under your tail while you're wearing it. Don't worry, it can't stick to the cloth at all so it'll stay where you put it. Get yourself nice and slick in case one of the projections isn't." She had a fit of inspiration. "In fact, why don't you put yours on now? You can use the bathroom," she said, gesturing to the room. "Don't ask why we have a half gallon pump of lube in there. Just use it."

"Oh... okay," he said, taking the pair and heading into the room, then closing the door.

Sam grinned and waited patiently, then wagged when the door opened and the fox came back out, a bit of a bulge in his sweatshorts. "Getting some already?" she asked playfully, gesturing to his pants.

"Just... an exciting idea. I hope I like it, or if I don't, I hope I can find somebody else to give it to and not upset it." He fidgeted with his waistband.

"You'll love it. Super-hard not to since it's just the feels with nothing else, and always the best feels. No burly guy behind you or anything. Though if you decide you like the idea, this can kinda be a gateway experience. Put an orange cloth with a male end in it on your rump and let somebody hump it while holding your hips. See if you still like it. If you do, take the underwear and cloth out of the way later." She winked at him and reveled in the blush in his ears. This was amazingly fun for her.

"Okay," he said, fidgeting and smiling a little. "Any other anything else?"

"Just have fun," she assured him, seeing him to the door and out.

With the fox gone, she couldn't keep her tail from wagging wildly as she headed back into the room with her brother. "That was Zen, the little fox that lives next door," she said. "I gave him a pair of underwear for himself and for his wife, and one humpycloth."

"Can we take the 'y' out of that and just call it a hump cloth?" her brother asked.

"How about a humprump?" she offered.

"Ah, okay, I'll go with that." He knew better than to argue. "Do we know who we want to give them to?"

"I have some ideas. I hope none of the spells get bored in the meantime and fizzle out. Speaking of which," she said, holding up the orange cloth labeled with the number one. "This tag is green." She hung it in the air and stuck her fingers into it lightly. "It's... a... male rump, with no cock to tease, just cloth there. Why don't you give it a quick filling so the spell's first time active isn't left waiting. Then if it's still active, we'll figure out some way to keep it happy."

She gleed inside at watching her brother squirm.

"I've only humped a female through it," he said softly.

"Yeah, but I don't exactly have a cock and I'm pretty sure you said you humped the female's tailhole too. An ass is an ass, and it'll feel good to you either way."

"Yeah, but..."

Her tail swayed gently, then she perked. "I'll show off to you to help!" she decreed, shucking her pants, then turning around and grabbing her shanks. Her tail wagged slowly side to side with everything well-exposed to her brother.

"Oh, ether, Sam. That's so unfair! You know I can't touch you or we'll both be miserable," her twin whined.

She grinned at him upside down between her shanks. "Yup! Looky looky, but no touchy! That big bulge in your pants will need some help." In a fit of inspiration, she snagged the cloth that was hanging in the air beside her and draped it perfectly across her own rump, orange side out. "Hidden, but do you really want to just wait for your stiffy to fade and maybe upset the magic in this cloth?"

"You play dirty, you know that?" he accused her as he stepped up behind her and dropped his own pants to his shanks.

"Dirtier than you know," she yipped with a grin, dodging forward just as he was reaching for her hips. She plopped her fuzzy rump on the table and spread her legs wide, watching him from the side and still giving him a heck of a view. "I wanna seeeeeeeeee you hump it."

His ears laid back and he almost got frustrated enough to growl at her, but with his eyes locked on her coochie, he felt into the hanging cloth before applying the slickly-dripping tip of his cock into it.

The sister watched, eyes wide and tail wagging as he used his hand to direct himself and found his spot, then her grin widened as he snarled at her teasing and leaned into a ferocious push, burying half his length at once.

"Oh spirits, the look on your face!" she said, laughing merrily. "You went from grwow to wow in just that many inches!"

"Shut up," he snapped at her self-consciously, staring at her crotch as he began to hump rapidly into the cloth, getting half an inch more of his cock buried with each push and swiftly running out of shaft before his knot as a result. "I'm imagining plowing your tight little snatch, but I doubt it could be as tight as this," he said, teasing her in return.

It was all she could do to keep her tail mostly-still as she imagined the little fennec there in front of her brother, knowing the destination and secret of the cloth pairs. "When the curse's gone, you can find out," she told her sibling with a wink.

He whined and pulled out, then moved the cloth so he could lean against the table and hump better. He was back in in a heartbeat, and she bounced in anticipation as he shoved with his hips, his knot starting to vanish into the cloth.

"Do it, bro! Give that happy humprump your cum!" she urged him, her loins tingling. With all the restrictions of the curse and her recent experience with the original pair of panties their uncle sent, she was pretty dang close from just her own thoughts and imagination.

The male wolf pulled back just a little, then slammed his groin against the cloth. His sister gasped in delight as his knot vanished into it and then didn't come back out when he tugged a little. This was a view that no porn could give, since rumps and tails were great at getting in the way normally. His firm shaft behind his knot and the strain of the tug on his sheath.

She clenched her legs together as her brother's fuzzy orbs jerked up and his sheath began to pulse rapidly, the little fennec and the wolf in the cloth both unaware of the other's role in this bit of fun. Her mind's eye could so easily visualize the little fox impaled on her twin's cock as the wolf unloaded into him. That combined with the clench of her thighs against her wet lips let the wash of a small orgasm ripple through her, though she hid it from her well-distracted sibling.

Her brother was left panting, leaning on the table as his hips gave little jerks and thrusts at the cloth. "Damnit," he said. "You're right, it does feel just as good as a female's ass." He sulked a little, but his tail was wagging quite happily. Then he relented and grinned with a sigh. "I guess I need to pull out."

"Is the rump inside pulling away? If not, don't bother pulling out. We still need to find somebody to take over on the cloth for you so. And you'll get to feel the fun of your knot deflating in a tailhole."

"Mmmmf... It's... it's squeezing on me and tugging me in a little sometimes," he admitted.

"Perfect! Then figure out who you'll give it to and wear it impaled on your cock until you're there and slip out naturally," she offered.

"Hmm... I like that idea," he admitted, closing his eyes and panting happily.

She retrieved her pants and glanced at him, making sure his eyes were still closed, then slipped into a pair of the underwear and pocketed the related humprump cloth once her pants were on. Then she gathered all the rest into a bag. "I'll work on distributing these in the most fun manner I can come up with," she said cheerily.

"Sounds good," he said, coming to his senses and pulling his pants on over the cloth his cock was buried in, but she was on her way out already, the possibilities streaming through her mind. This would be interesting and fun. As long as the fox's wife didn't get upset about the idea that her brother just fucked the fox in the ass.

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"Okay, it's an interesting spell," I admitted.

"And it turns you on," Shad added. I started to protest, but the black cat stared me down before I could speak. "I know you directly, it's part of what I do."

"True, true. What's next?" I asked. "This way," Inari said cheerfully, walking down the street with all six tails waving happily and trailing the spicy scent of an aroused Kitsune.

Shad sniffed. "Turned her on too," the cat murmured, then hopped off my shoulder to follow close behind the vixen for a good view and nosefull.