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While you can enjoy just this story, a lot won't make much sense unless you read the prior Viewpoints first. Some things continue on from For Magic!, More Magic!, and Faux Fakes, Real Feels though, so you might want to start there. And honestly, you'll probably want to read many more of my prior stories to understand everything fully.

Viewpoints Eric

The wolf rubbed behind his ear as he stared at the glyphs on the screen. "You got the dump," he told the tigress. "Color me impressed, Rhonda."

"That means I win that bet," she said with a grin. "Now to the next part."

"I'm not upset about losing that bet," the wolf admitted, his ears flicking. A bit embarrassed, but not upset. If Cinra knew she was a prize in a bet, she'd be pretty angry at him. Especially since he was both expecting and looking forward to having lost. "I guess we'll be working late tonight." He headed to the door and activated the magic development security spells that would stop any outside influences from entering and impacting their work as well as stop their work from blowing up more than that lab if they did something wrong. It also gave them privacy in case he was lucky enough to lose the next bet portion.

"So little faith in my skills, Eric?" the tigress asked him teasingly. "Go ahead and check your stuff. Let me know what you want me to do for it. I'll be working on winning the bet until then." She started running her finger over the screen of glyphs, deciphering them.

Eric went to a second terminal and established a secure connection, then pulled up security feeds. He needed to look for the best moment. Rushing might get things moving more quickly, but would create a stronger chance of things not developing the way he wanted.

His little serval wife was on the screen, going about daily business in their home as he followed her with the various magitech view systems that were installed. He glanced occasionally at the tigress, though he knew the spell glyphs would keep her occupied for hours. She and her fennec husband lived next door. It was interesting to work with his neighbor. Extra interesting given their similar situations.

Eric and Rhonda were rather large, being a wolf and tigress respectively. Cinra, his wife, and Zen, her husband, were substantially smaller. They were both marriages of love, not really carnal. Of course the species difference prevented children and like other interspecies pairs they'd have to request surrogate sources to have offspring. Both husbands were due for potential surrogate duty soon too, since it went by address. He wondered if this played into Rhonda's curious bet in any way.

For both couples though, there was a distinct physical size issue.

Zen was a hotdog for Rhonda's hallway. They were comfortable enough as neighbors that both he and Cinra were privy to the admissions from the tigress. He could get her worked up and popped like nothing else with his tongue and nuzzle and fingers and other things. But he was left with a very slippery but extremely roomy space to hump in that was only grudgingly satisfying for him and a loving courtesy from his wife after what he did for her. It gave her only emotional fun. Nothing in the deep feels category.

He and Cinra had the opposite problem. Her capacity didn't match his girth or length and the best she could accommodate was his tip. With a substantial strain and more whimpering than he could handle most times out of worry of hurting her. But even though she had plans that exceeded her execution capabilities, he loved her spunk and go-get-em attitude. Unlike males her size, his head didn't get sore from the squeeze of her thighs when he licked her. His size was just a trophy prize to other females, while Cinra appreciated his other qualities, and her fingers were deft enough and the touch of her tongue light enough despite its rough barbs that he quite enjoyed their time together as well. Especially as she grew more creative with ways to drain him when she was thoroughly satisfied with his work on her.

His ears (and other parts of him) perked as Cinra pulled off her house clothing and dropped it into the washer with the rest of the laundry. A smirk tugged at the corner of his lip as he activated the projection system on the terminal and got a 3D view to watch. He'd offered to get a faster magitech washer, but she declined every time he brought it up. The washer was one of the only non-advanced things in their home. Then he'd finally cajoled the truth out of her. She liked the temporary freedom from clothing that washing time provided. And noooo, she couldn't possibly just stay around the house naked all the time. What if their neighbor, Zen, saw?

Eric was well aware of her carnal curiosity about the smaller fox that was about her size. Any time he suggested she go say hi, she made excuses. Despite this, when it was laundry day she spent more time near the windows facing his home than normal. Now, just like any normal house, it was nearly impossible to see inside an open window when the sun was up. But maybe that was why Cinra had a habit of starting laundry at sundown, when the light inside the home started to make the contents visible to the dim world outside. Clandestine discussions with Rhonda educated him on the fact that Zen indeed copped peeks at the little serval at occasion. Every effort to get the two small mates to meet was thwarted by their shyness and easy outs, like Zen deciding to hang out with Eric when the wolf sent his wife over for a girls' night at the neighbor's house. At the same time, perhaps the fox was wary of his wife as well, and the wolf was honestly fretful about putting his wife in a situation that might upset anybody.

This bet was extra interesting as a result. It was the last thing he'd expected from the tigress, despite her subtle hinting at a willingness to see if their mates got along well in naughty ways. Her other neighbors, a wolf and her twin adult children, factored in. The twins had gotten ahold of some prototype magic device that was exfiltrated from the old, original College of Magic by their uncle and they nicely asked Rhonda to use the company copier on it. She agreed.

Then the tigress expressed how impressed she was at the quality of the spells on the two-part device and the fact that the origin spell was locked down tight. That was substantial praise from her. She started as a magitech reversing engineer and was the VP of information security here. Eric might've been a bit too cocky when he mentioned that maybe it was something that even she couldn't break into.

"Wanna bet?" she asked.

"Hah, what would we even have as prizes? There's not much we need."

The glow of her eyes reflecting the light behind him gave him a shiver as she removed the cloth from the copier. "We'll bet our mates. If I can extract it successfully, we get to conspire more directly to get Zen and Cinra together to have spontaneous fun. If I can't extract it, we won't."

His ears laid sideways in confusion. "More directly? We're conspiring already?"

She paused and blinked at him. "We are conspiring already, right? That's why you let Cinra come over for an overnight, right? I thought you were taking the hints I was dropping and working to build Zen's confidence to stick around at home for one of those when he headed over to hang with you. I was pretty sure if he stuck around I could get the two of them engaged in some pleasant interpersonal time."

Eric turned red in the ears. "I thought that's what you were hinting at, but I wasn't sure. I played along, but I didn't push Zen so I wouldn't upset you if he did something with her."

Rhonda laughed. "Well, then... If I extract it, we'll put serious effort into it."

"That's just something for them if you win, not for you, and nothing if I win the bet," he pointed out.

"But nothing you lose if I win, and you win if I succeed too. Happy mates, better fates, right? We'll call it a bet, but really it's just an indulgent prize if I do it."

The wolf's ears twisted in thought. "Sounds good, honestly. Especially since I've never heard you impressed by the security of a spell before, so I think this is a real challenge for you and you could use the motivation. What'll you do with it if you extract it?"

"Mmmmmmm... I'll do what I used to do. I'll reverse engineer it and see if I can make a useful change to it. Just for fun of course. It's college magic and the legal ramifications of officially using it in the company would be very bad." She chuckled softly. "College magic is insanely difficult to decipher usually. Buuuuuuut..."

She eyed the wolf and considered. "We also want to make sure our mates have the best chance to fool around with each other if I extract it. Sooooo... Another bet..." she said, her voice turning to a low purr.

He looked at her measuringly. "What this time?"

"If I extract it, you're in charge of the plan to get the two together and I'll help however you say. If your plan gets them to romp before I decipher and update the spell, we get to romp too like they do, whatever they do." Her tail swayed to the side and she grinned with massive fangs showing. "Would beat a toy hole for you and be a nice fill for me."

For all the ease with which he was willing to wager his wife's woohoo whims, this bit was more than he expected. Not only cheating with somebody else's mate as a reward for getting his mate to cheat with hers, but also their positions at the company both as VPs made it extra taboo. Of course he was sorely tempted by this, as it would just give even more motivation to succeed. "I like it. That sounds like a very delightful prize for my work," he agreed.

"Prize? Oh, no, this one is actually a bet with something on both sides. If I win... Mmmmmm...." She chewed on her lip thoughtfully. "I get a three point, spell arbitrated posifavor from you."

That gave him pause for a moment. Favors were open-ended and could be nearly anything as long as the arbitration spell approved. A three point favor was pretty hefty too, so could mean he'd have to do quite a lot for her. But she did say positive favor specifically, which meant nothing that would create negative ether energy. So while it might be a lot of yard work for example, the net result for both of them would need to be positive, which acted as an excellent safeguard. It was like old dare favors back in his college days, but arbitrated by spell because it was outside school safety frameworks. It could be completely innocuous, or it could be exciting and new, but not bad.

"Okay," he finally said. Based on what he knew about college spells, there was a very good chance he'd win. And honestly, he was morbidly curious about what would make her want a favor from him and if she won, she really earned it.

"I'm gonna have to process some of the spell parts to decode it," Rhonda said. He snapped back to the current moment mentally. "Go ahead and put your clothes into the safebox."

He spun in the chair to note that she was already down to just her stripes and bent over with her tail end to him to stuff her apparel into the magically-warded container. The spells in the lab protected the living occupants and the lab equipment, but nothing else. An ether flare would obliterate clothing, phones, and everything else that came in and wasn't alive before being stopped shy of fur and lab equipment by the wards. But her display combined with his peeping at the home cameras meant he'd be a bit exposed without pants.

"I didn't expect you to be starting to power glyphs so soon," he admitted, undressing and adding his clothing to the warded storage.

"And you'll maybe never know if I really am, or if this is a way to light a fire of motivation under your tail, or if I just feel like a peek at your poker," she said teasingly, returning to her desk and pushing the chair away in favor of bending over at the waist and leaning her elbows on the desk before starting to manipulate the runes and glyphs.

That certainly lit a fire in his loins, and yeah, it was a pretty good motivation. He turned his attention back to the projection and issued a tracking command so he didn't need to swap cameras manually. His ears were twisting in thought as he watched Cinra moving through the house, now just finishing a few things. How would he convince the two of them to get together?

As his lovely little serval turned on the water to start a shower, he remembered something. A quick few motions of his hand in the projection pulled the view away from her and back to the livingroom, where he spotted a box on her art desk. Ah ha!

"Rhonda, is your stuff stable enough for us to call our mates really quick?"

"Yeah, why?" she asked.

"We had an electrical box installed in the ceiling, but Cinra's gonna need some help putting the light that attaches to it up. Call Zen and ask him to go help her. I'm gonna call..." He paused, then considered that both of their voices at the same time would arouse suspicion. "I'll text her and let her know he's coming over. The timing is perfect right now." He grabbed his phone out of the box and handed the tigress hers, then went to work rapidly composing the text as he watched his kitty get into the shower. Come on, come on, gotta catch her before shampoo.

He was vaguely aware of Rhonda talking to Zen as he sent the message off with an Urgent flag to ensure it caught her attention. She lifted her leg in the feed and rubbed water into the fur on her shanks, reaching for the shampoo bottle... then stopped and looked out through the glass door. His tail swayed slowly as she opened the shower door to retrieve the phone, then he grinned widely when she turned off the water and gave herself a shake to dry a bit. She was so lithe and beautiful.

"Zen's on his way over," Rhonda advised him, taking his phone and putting it back in the box with hers before returning to work on the spell. "And you're peeking from your sheath."

"I'm hopeful," he told her. "And admiring my wife. And you. So yeah, I'm peeking." He stuck his tongue out at her, though her tail end was to him again so she couldn't see. Well, maybe his scent would distract her and give him a better chance to win. He wasn't sure whether the immediate satisfaction of winning would be better than the thrill of owing a favor, but even if she finished her code first, he wanted the two mates to get their romp anyway.

Outdoor tracking picked up Zen in the yard and showed the fox to be in loose sweatshorts and a loose shirt. Cinra's obvious reaction to the doorbell made the wolf grin, and he almost felt bad when she looked longingly at the washer. Well, she was the one who wanted to keep the slow one, and it played perfectly into this subterfuge.

Eric wasn't sure what he'd be able to do if the natural inclinations failed, but his mind was running through possible solutions as he watched the silent interaction in the projection. Both of them knew that their mates wouldn't be home for hours. Cinra was in a pretty revealing situation with only a towel, and the water would enhance her naturally-appealing scent. The fennec in those shorts could be a boon too, to show off the fox some. As long as they didn't shy out or panic.

The scene unfolded with the fox being invited into the house. Eric spun it around to pay close attention and was pleased to see the two both smiling. Cinra got that dreamy gaze a few times and Zen definitely had wandering eyes. Excellent. Then the fox went up the ladder and it was normal business. Hmmm.

Ah, that towel! That perfect, wonderful towel! How would they react? Zen was in good shape, body taking over to put some bulge in his shorts as the unintentional undertail view he got even made the wolf get a happy twinge in his loins. But what about Cinra?

She was embarrassed, but not panicking. Excellent. She didn't chase the fennec out. Eric watched her as the fox turned his attention back to the ceiling. Was she...? He spun the projection and tracked her gaze. Yup, she was definitely noticing the bulge. Oh woah. What's this? It had her attention quite well, though she was trying to be discreet about it.

Then she went up the ladder and Eric barely held back a bark of amusement as he watched her not realize just what a show she was giving the fox. His expression was priceless. Cute little tongue and his ears soooo attentive. The serval seemed to be clueless as Zen worked sooo hard not to peek, but he was doomed. The bulge in his shorts was more of a tentpole now.

Ahh, there, she noticed that too. And he was licking his nose, so she must be a bit excited. What did she just say to get such a jump out of him? And then he looked sad? Then distracted by her tail. Hmmm. The little male was definitely conflicted, but his sweats showed he was still quite intrigued.

Eric couldn't keep his tail from wagging slowly, then even faster as Cinra turned around on the ladder. Oh that delightfully-naughty little kitty! He expanded the projection for better detail and a nice view like Zen had.

"That looks pretty promising," Rhonda said from behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "Look at his wide eyes. Ooo! And he just adjusted himself in his pants. As if he could hide something in sweats."

"Giving up?" Eric asked her in surprise.

"Nope. Your tail is making a heck of a wind, so I wanted to see what's up. Looks like the light's up now, and... Ooo! The towel is down! Does this have sound too?"

"Sound? Oh, yes," he admitted, bringing up controls to get an audio feed.

"...the towel," Cinra was saying. "You helped so much, now we'll help each other with something else."

"Come on, Zen, don't run away," Rhonda murmured, moving to the wolf's side and putting an arm across his shoulder as her husband and his wife continued their discussion at home. "What is she saying? That's pretty obvious, fluffbutt. What, were you thinking cookies?" She continued watching and listening, while Eric was watching with a wag and quite a bone. "Of course we won't find out," she said with a purr, finding that line of thought amusing. A few moments later, her tail curled against the wolf. "I didn't know he was a virgin before me. Hm. Learn fun new things all the time."

He couldn't escape the thrill here. All the things happening, as he watched his wife coming on hard with his coworker's husband. He could smell the tigress's scent and knew she was quite excited by this. Then his wife bent over his desk at home, presenting her wet sex to the neighboring husband while both their mates watched.

"A quickie? Maybe more times in the future? Yes, now and later both, you silly little fuzzles," Rhonda purred, shifting herself in front of him and reaching into the projection to control some and pull out different views side by side. One watching the fennec and serval from the side, one from behind the fox, and one similar to Cinra's view but closer up her body to her legs.

Eric found himself somewhat displaced by the tigress butting in, but the multiple views she pulled up worked well for him and held his intent attention. It was both exciting to be seeing this, but also made him happy that his wife looked like she was going to be successful at getting a male in her that fit.

His eyes were drawn to fox rump as the shorts dropped and Rhonda dropped the viewpoint on that projection to near the angle of the front one. Two low shots focusing on fox cock closing in on kitty pussy, one from behind and one from the front. Quite exciting and the projection was so good in this high end lab that he could easily imagine the heat of the lips nearing the tip of the fox.

Turned out it wasn't his imagination as the tigress's wet fuzz touched his own tip and her folds engulfed an inch or so just as the same happened on the projection. He moaned and gripped the chair in response as her tail curled around behind his neck.

"Cum before we do?" she murmured in response to something Cinra said."Challenge accepted."

The wolf grunted happily as his coworker drover herself down onto his cock at the same time the fox pushed forward. But then she paused with only half his length impaled in her and his ears laid back.

"Oh, he missed, soooo... kind of nestled," she said, pulling off the wolf and shifting her hips to tease his tip. "Bad angle, don't think I can do exactly what they're doing."

He grumbled in frustration and shifted his chair back so he could stand up. His hands caught striped hips, lifting them up to his standing waist level. "Let them do their thing, you tease. I'm doing you," he growled and paid less attention to the minimal view of the fox missing his wife's hole and more to the hole he wanted to be in.

His teeth got her scruff as he leaned forward and drove himself in. Fluffy hotdog on the screen be damned, he wanted a full hold. He was well into humping her, just barely letting some of his knot delve in with each piston thrust when the view got better again. Cinra opened her legs and demanded the fennec do his thing, and wow, seeing that knotted cock vanish so quickly and decisively into her fluffy lips was amazing from both angles.

Though the tigress may be loose for her husband, Eric bore substantially more length and girth that didn't fit in his wife. His neighbor handled it wonderfully though, even making it a strain for his knot to sink in when she pushed back against him suddenly. Two cocks went balls deep at the same instant, and Eric's plan to tug his own out and then continue thrusting was foiled by the tigress showing that a big enough knot was indeed something she could get a grip on.

"No fair!" he gasped, his balls tugging up at the pull on his knot. Just a second before the fox's did on the projection, so he got the vicarious fun of Zen unloading deep in his wife while he unloaded deep in Zen's wife. He huffed and released her scruff, grinding his hips against her rump to unload as deeply as he could. Something he could never do with his beautiful little serval mate.

"Mmmm, Cinra," he murmured at the same time the fox said almost exactly the opposite, and he froze just as quickly as the fox did.

Rhonda was shaking, and he worried that he was in trouble. She could report this and get him fired if she was scorned enough. But as he heard Cinra telling Zen to relax and that yes, they both were thinking of their mates, Rhonda started laughing merrily and happily.

"She said it so well," the tigress purred. "We wouldn't be doing this if it weren't for them, and they are our mates. We love them, and we get this extra fun too. Mmmf, I can tell this'll be a glorious mess." She ground her hips back against him and his tail wagged as he whined happily. "They both came, and you did to. Buuuuuut... I didn't. Yet. So stop plugging the mess in and get to cleaning it up so I can."

His eyes widened and he gave a small bark of a laugh. "Yes, ma'am," he decreed, pulling out slowly and carefully as she shifted her stance. She managed to keep most of the gooey mess contained while he did, then he dropped to his haunches and applied his tongue.

He was quite willing to show her what he did for Cinra, and the cleaning up wasn't bad. The licks he gave soon had her writhing happily, making him glad he carried this skill. A prime tongue to keep the femmes pleased, just like his serval.

"Okay, okay," she said finally, panting and squirming. "I don't think this'll work." Her ears went back in embarrassment as he pulled his head away in surprise and dismay. "It's nothing you did wrong," she assured him. "I guess with licks I'm just super-spoiled by Zen, and I kinda did stop the ride I was quite enjoying to see if I could get you to cum before Zen did. It worked perfectly, even if it cost me. I'll get a better chance later maybe if those two keep at it though."

He relaxed and stopped fretting. "Okay, well, I guess I won the second bet then," he said with a wag, proud of himself for the good timing and the inspiration to get the help with the light.

"What? Oh, no, I was done before I came over to peek. You were so intent on the scene they were in that I didn't want to interrupt you," she said with a grin. "The spell the twins have is a pair of sex toys pretty much, with a lot of safeties and quality of life additions. The underwear project a magical cock out of them into the wearer, and the orange cloth can be penetrated to find a magical version of a rear end, maybe male, maybe female. With everything I saw, I couldn't see any way to cause injuries or distress, it's all self-cleaning, and so pretty inspiring in the attention to detail."

She walked over and picked up the new creations while she was talking. "Anyway, we just made copies of them for the twins, soooooo... I'd like you to help me out really quickly. Remember how you told me Zen said he wanted to know what it was like getting it under the tail from a male? Have him call you and see if you can convince him to pick up a pair of the underwear from the twins. Then he'll get to try that safely."

Eric let out a bark of a laugh. "Sure! I take it the danger to our clothing is over?" he asked, getting his phone out of the safe box and glancing at the video projection to see the fox being ushered to the door. No phone with the fox, so he sent a text message instead.

"Yep! Though feel free to leave them off for now. I like the view."

"Feel free to get some free feels," the wolf told her with a grin as his phone started ringing. "Hold on, it's Zen." He poked the device and listened.

"Hey, it's Zen, your neighbor."

"Ah. Hi! Soooo, I heard about something that made me think of you. Rhonda'd bite me if she knew I was telling you this, so keep it a secret, okay bud?"

"Um, okaaaay?"

"The wolves next door to you, the twins, you know them, right? They have a test magic thing that's quite naughty and fun sounding. I thought of somebody else first, I'll admit, but then I thought of you."

"Naughty how? Wife bites make it sound really naughty," the fox said.

"Sex toy magic underwear that make a fake cock hump the person wearing them."

"Oh," the fox said, sounding strangely dejected before he made excuses. "I doubt Rhonda would want that kind of thing when she has me."

"I wasn't talking about her. Remember that time you were drunk and mentioned wondering about a male in you?" Eric said. Then he winced as Rhonda giggled, worried that the fox would hear it over the call. "Anyway, look, I know that I'm putting you under pressure here. If you want to try, just go to the twins and ask Sam for the underwear. You don't need to tell me or anybody else if you do or if you don't. Gotta get back to stuff here. Bye!"

He poked the phone to hang up and threw a worried glance at the tigress.

"Sorry, the thought made me laugh," she said with an unapologetic smirk, pulling on one of the pairs of underwear she'd just created.

"You're gonna wear untested spell modifications?" he asked worriedly.

"That's part of testing them," she pointed out. "Why would I subject somebody else to my work for testing if I didn't trust myself with it?" She offered him a long cloth that was orange on one side. "Do you trust me too, or are you too tired from blowing a load in somebody finally to try this out?"

"Oh, you," he grumbled, grabbing the cloth from her and discovering that he'd done so quite wrong. His thumb went through the orange side and found fur without moving the cloth, while his hooked fingers pulled the back toward him. He jerked his hand back in surprise.

"Hold it by the edge if you want to move it," she advised. "The orange part is the active part when the tag is green, like it is now. Don't touch the orange part when it isn't green." She let it go and it hung in the air, unaffected by gravity.

He was more cautious now as he felt the orange cloth, watching his fingers vanish only a very short distance into it as he found soft fur just inside. And... oh... oh my. That was definitely a wet pussy, and feeling a little further down, an ass as well. Pinching the edges, he brought it closer to sniff, but he smelled nothing but the cloth. His fingers were not wet despite what they'd touched, nor did they bear any scent either.

"Well?" she asked. "Just gonna sniff at it, or will you properly test it by fucking whatever it has inside? Magic holes aren't too much of a brain strain for you, are they? Bet you couldn't even enjoy it as much as you enjoyed me. Can you cum faster in it than you did in me?"

"I doubt it, given how hot you are and the show we had at the time," he said, complimenting her.

"It's okay, you can admit you're just tired after that," she teased, turning the tables on him. "Can't pop your rocks unless you see my husband's cock buried in your wife."

This time he didn't even have anything to say. That stung! He grabbed the cloth by the edges and repositioned it so he could lean on the workdesk, then rubbed the orange side with a finger to find his aim. A quick poke and he growled angrily as he shoved himself in, surprised as he was not even stalled at his knot. But it didn't come out as easily as it went in and the tug behind it made him prove her wrong without even intending to. He panted and his tail twitched as he unloaded after just that one push.

"Oh, hey, maybe I did do a good job after all," she purred.

He couldn't help but laugh softly. "Yeah, wow... That was unexpectedly quick, honestly. Feels so damn good." It really did feel good, reminding him subtly of the massive tigress but just a bit better. Definitely wouldn't tell her that though. "How's yours?"

"They're not always on and not always doing something," she told him. "I could wear this for days with nothing for all I know. The mage designed a bit of uncertainty into it. That being said, it's doing pretty well for the first test so far and I'm quite enjoying myself. I take it you're tired out now?"

"Okay, that's just rude," he grumbled.

"Well, then test it more. Either hole even."

He considered this, then pulled himself out, surprised to find only a thin layer of cum on his shaft but the majority of his seed staying in the cloth. "What happened to the cum I put in it?" he asked, catching a dribble of it from his tip to smear more slippery on himself before settling his tip against the tighter pucker there.

"It's self cleaning, like I said," she replied, watching intently as he pressed himself into the cloth. "Slower? Whatchya trying? Mmmmf... Yes, mine is working well."

"You said either hole, so I'm... mmmmm... enjoying a very tight ass right now," he said, taking a deep breath as he got a nice squeeze before pressing in up to his knot. Oh ether, this was good stuff. He wasn't keen on telling her after her jibes, but honestly it felt amazing.

With his quick enjoyment proven, he took his time with this, closing his eyes to try to imagine just what this ass was as he pumped into it slowly and steadily. So tight, so firm but with just the right softness against his skin. It tugged and rubbed at his flesh perfectly, squeezing, but not trying to force him out. He was left to just his imagination though, since he didn't have enough recent experience to recall how different species of pussy felt, though he suspected it wasn't a canid of any sort since he was able to pull out without difficulty.

He was in mid hump, quite excited now, when there was a subtle shift in the feel of the magical fake body around his cock. A little more slippery all of a sudden, making his next thrust nearly reach the midpoint of his knot. "Oooof, it feels like it changed," he said, opening his eyes to glance down at the cloth as he pulled out. But now much firmer of a squeeze.

"The magic changes what's in there sometimes, yes. I guess it could change while you're in it, but it can't be dangerous to you so no worries," she assured him, panting quietly and purring deeply. "We should probably finish here soon though. I have a meeting shortly." She started getting dressed without taking the magical underwear off.

"You're going to wear something that might fuck you randomly while you're in a meeting?!" he asked, astounded. "Somebody's bound to notice from your reaction."

"It'll be a good exercise in self control. Wanna challenge me and wear underwear yourself?" she asked, holding up another pair. "Please do finish though."

"I'm... fine right now I think," he said, turning his focus back to the cloth and humping more quickly to get his enjoyment in before he buried his knot. But all good things must come to an end, and this was a case where he'd have to cum in the end... of... whatever the magic was making in the cloth.

With his eyes clenched shut, he thrust deeply, savoring the feel as his knot spread the hole and finally got past the entrance. The muscles clenched behind it, forcing it further in and coaxing the wolf to pop his rocks, as Rhonda'd so nicely put it. He rolled his hips and loved the tightness as he started pumping another load of thick, sticky wolf cum into the magical orifice, only pulling out reluctantly when the tigress coughed lightly.

"You look as satisfied as Cinra did," she said softly with a smile. "Keep the cloth and enjoy it when you want to as long as you don't leave the serval behind for it. I'm heading to my meeting, but I'll make sure nobody comes in before you resecure the room. You can do more testing if you have time, or wait until you're home. See ya, sexy," she purred with a wiggle of her fingers as she left.

Eric huffed happily and plopped in the chair, rolling it to the workstation so he could reactivate the safety lockout after she left. Wow. What a day. He'd watched his wife get fucked by his neighbor while fucking his neighbor's wife, all because he and the neighbor's wife were scheming to make that happen. Rhodna'd reverse engineered a highly secured spell and made new copies, and the magic item it created was damn fun.

"Almost makes me want to go to one of the new colleges for refresher courses if this is the stuff the students are coming up with," he murmured to himself, leaning back in the chair and closing his eyes to relax in the afterglow.

"That's from the original college," a soft voice murmured near his ear.

"Whaaaaat?" he drawled. "That college has the cursed runes that make sex impossible. How the ether did a student there come up with something like this?" The very idea of that was mind boggling.

"Desperation is an excellent teacher," the voice said.

Then it occurred to him that he really shouldn't be hearing voices and his eyes shot open to find a grey vixen in nothing but her own fur leaning over him with her nose inches from his. She giggled and licked his nose, then spun in place and plopped down on his lap with perfect aim to sink his still-rigid flesh into her heat. She didn't even stop at his knot, squeaking cutely as she sunk down over it, her canid anatomy instantly clenching behind it to keep it in place.

"Wow, you took that like a champ," a voice said by his feet.

"What the ether?!" he exclaimed. "Who are you, how did you get in here?!" He sputtered as her tail brushed past in front of her face, making him sneeze. But seriously, the lab was secured. They shouldn't be able to get in any more than anything could get out.

"Inari," she said, wriggling on his lap and making him draw in a breath in pleasure. He couldn't exactly pull away with the chair behind him. Worse, if he did, he'd just end up cumming in her anyway, which wasn't the goal here. "Pleased to meet you, we'll be done soon."

"He looks pretty startled," the second voice said, moving up rapidly in front of the vixen where he couldn't see. Then a tiny black cat face peeked over her shoulder at him before the feral cat climbed onto her shoulders completely.

"You sure this is a good way to do it?" the cat asked.

"I'm enjoying, he's enjoying, and nobody can get hurt," the vixen said with another wiggle of her hips that pulled just enough behind his knot to bring him to the edge without sending him over. Well, that and the fact that feral cats didn't talk, which meant he was very, very distracted by the black feline.

"What the ether are you doing?" he whined. "What's going on? Tell me, or I'll, I'll..." He couldn't think of anything. He was a civilized wolf and violence was quite an unpleasant idea to him. This was starting to freak him out though.

"Awww, you're fine. Behave, silly or I'll just vanish and not, ah, pop your rocks," the vixen said with a giggle.

So they had to've been in the lab all this time! That explained how they were here despite the working lockdown. But... how did they manage to get past security? Especially Rhodna's security? And how did the tigress not notice them if they had spells active to hide?

"Well, this is exceptionally interesting," a third new voice said as the black cat jumped back onto the ground. This one sounded male.

Eric turned his head to spot the new voice and his eyes widened at the strangest person he'd ever seen. A flat face with no muzzle. Even less than a wild monkey. The eyes said predator, but the teeth said omnivore. Stranger yet, though the new one had thick fur atop his tall head, the rest of the skin that showed past the shirt was almost bare. It looked like this was normal though, with no signs of sores or any skin condition.

"What the spirits are you?" the wolf stammered fearfully, ears laying back in worry as the creature turned glowing eyes in his direction.

"Don't worry Eric, we're friendly," the creature replied. "Inari didn't want you to be too unhappy, so she got creative there, but we'll be gone in a moment. And we definitely don't intend to hurt anybody anywhere at all. That would be bad and very rude."

The wolf's eyes widened and his hackles went up as the thing suddenly changed into what looked like plasma, tendrils of energy flowing to many points in the room, similar to those spiffy magic globes that you could touch.

"Wow... that's actually pretty scary-dramatic looking," Inari murmured softly.

"Sorry," the creature said, then suddenly was back in his original form. He did come across as genuinely and sincerely apologetic to the wolf in a way that set the canid's mind at ease. "Everything here is very, very different and that took an odder turn of focus than I expected."

He walked to the door and Eric saw the cat following on the floor before it jumped onto the strange creature's shoulder. "We're good, Inari. Let's go," he said, reaching for the door handle.

"The lab protective lockdown is active," the wolf said numbly. "You can't..." he shut up as the door swung open without any resistance or magical alarms and the creature walked out, letting it close behind him.

"Thank you for behaving so wonderfully, wolfy," the vixen said, her fluffy tail brushing comfortingly against his face. "I promised I'd stand up if you did."

Then she did pull away gently, making his breath escape through his teeth in a hiss as her canid anatomy kept a tight hold on him. He couldn't avoid his physiological reaction, a wash of pleasure flowing over him. He felt his fuzzy sack tighten and threw his head back in delight as she reversed and ground down against him, driving him fully into her depths as she leaned forward some. He felt the spurt of his cum in exquisite detail as it rushed up his length into...

...open air, splashing onto her tail fluff as she stood with her back to him. It still felt astounding and made him happy, but...

"How...?" he gasped as she stepped out of range of his shots of wolf juice, letting it splat on the floor behind her paws.

"We're friendly, but not that close friends yet," she said over her shoulder with a sly wink. "Oooooor... maybe I'm just an encourageable tease."

"Incorrigible?" he asked at her wording, starting to sit up and gather his wits as his peak started to fade.

"That too," she admitted. Then her rear fluff suddenly fwoomped into multiple tails, leaving him in shocked speechlessness once more.

"But I think you can definitely encourage me to be a closer friend if we see each other again," she said, walking past him and drawing all of her tails along his side as she did so. Her hand on his shoulder as she slinked by turned his chair so he could continue to watch her rear sway with that impossible explosion of tails looking ever so inviting. He'd heard of birth defects that caused two tails on occasion, but this was... all of them were fully formed and swishy like cat tails, not as rigid as proper fox tails.

"Bye, wolfy. Treat your wife and neighbors well and have lots of fun," she said, licking her palm and blowing the lick to him before opening the door and walking right past a suddenly-extremely-startled fox who couldn't take his eyes off her bare fur before the door closed.

Eric was left with a slowly-relaxing boner, an orange-sided cloth hanging in the air, several splats of his own cum on the ground, and the absolutely most shocked and confused look he'd ever had in his life. He didn't know how long it took him to get his addled thoughts to stop spinning in frantic circles, trying to make sense of what the ether just happened, but he jumped up and headed to the safebox to retrieve his clothing.

Pulling on his shirt he paused as a squishy, damp feeling made itself apparent on his side. A touch and a sniff and he realized it was his own cum, transferred from the vixen's tail to his fur when she brushed past him. Well, that was inconvenient. No way to clean that off the clothing easily. He tucked the cloth the tigress left into his pocket.

With resignation, he padded over and cleared the terminals, resetting them per standard protocol so everything that was done in the lab was wiped after the information was sent to secure storage that only he and Rhonda could access. A quick poke deactivated the safety wards and, as expected, many people immediately rushed in.

"Eric! Are you okay?!" That was Rhonda. He spotted her in the last second before she nearly knocked him over in her rush to check him.

"Ma'am, everything checks out normal," a weasel said, his eyes dimming from his magical inspection. "The wards are intact, the systems are properly cleared, and nothing shows up strange in the logs. That shouldn't've been able to happen. We'll check more..." His eyes widened and he caught himself from a small slip as he stepped on something gooey and slippery with his bare paw.

Eric froze and his heart stopped. The splat on the floor. He hadn't cleaned that up! Oooooooh shit, he could get fired for this, even as a VP he wasn't above the rules that HR laid out. His throat closed up and Rhonda started to wince as the weasel bent over to touch the goo and bring it up to his nose. Then the weasel's eyes narrowed and he looked at the wolf accusingly, his eyes glowing subtly.

"You won't be reporting this," Eric said softly.

"I just did," the weasel murmured. "An HR representative is on her way. It's odd enough that we all saw a completely weird person, a talking feral cat, and a naked vixen with too many tails walk out of here when it was on lockdown. But this behavior, even - and especially from a company VP..."

"I got the report," a vaguely-familiar voice called out. Eric winced stared at the ground. He couldn't look anyone in the eye. He was soooooo screwed.

"Thank you for coming so fast," the weasel said. "The fluid on the ground here shows that it happened, and you can tell the scent is his. The data was sent to normal lockdown and the terminals wiped."

"Yes, that's obvious," the female responded. "Eric, you're a VP in the company, but the rules still apply to you," she said coldly. "You know this is a terminable offense, and very much for cause. I'll have to ask you to tender your resignation..."

That was it. That was the end of his career.

"...if you don't unlock the lab testing files immediately for proper recreational consumption."

His ear twitched and his mind kind of went completely haywire for a moment as he digested this. "Wait... what?"

"You signed a policy contract just like everybody else," she said. "Any testing that involves or creates arousing test data is company property for all eligible parties to peruse and enjoy during their leisure time. Using the cleanup system and keeping the data locked is grounds for dismissal."

The weirdest thing was that he DID remember this in the policy guide, but he didn't remember ever remembering it before this moment.

"He has some content that will need to be released, but the glyph data is under lockdown by my office, not him," Rhonda said, somewhat haltingly as if she were trying to remember lines. "I make the final call on what content needs to be released, and obviously his does, but the rest will remain locked out as it's not arousing content."

"Noted," the HR rep said, then shoved a remote terminal on an info pad between his nose and his gaze at the floor. "Unlock it, Eric."

The wolf took the pad and poked the controls, then provided the credentials needed to release... all the videos of Zen fucking his wife and him screwing Rhonda. What in the ether was happening here?

"Very good, Eric," the HR rep said, offering her grey-furred hand to him. "Please remember to not lock down material like this in the future."

He took her hand numbly and looked up at her as he shook it, and was shocked to find no clothing covering her form as his eyes traveled up her furred front. Then his ears laid back as he found himself looking at Inari. "Y... you... Inari...?!" He looked frantically at everybody around them, but they seemed unconcerned about the vixen's bare fur or even the fact that this vixen definitely didn't work in HR here.

Her eyes flashed and the world turned silent, everybody around him frozen in place. "Well, yes, silly. I couldn't let you get fired because I forgot to clean up after our fun. Your reaction might make people think you're going nuts though." She sighed cutely. "Well, bummer. I guess I'll keep hoping that you'll adjust and roll with the flow. But for now, try not to look too silly?" She winked and squeezed his hand, then the world around him started moving again.

"You okay, Eric?" Rhonda asked. "You're looking at Inari like you saw a ghost or a monster. She's just from HR." She tsked. "Come on to my office. I cancelled my meeting when the news reached me, so I need you to tell me what happened." She was still talking like she was trying to remember lines and there was an odd look of desperation in her eyes.

"You two go debrief," Inari said. "Thank you for cooperating, Eric. I'm heading back to my office if you need me." She spun and all of her tails swayed. Eric took enough of a look without focusing on her ass to count six of them, and then he noticed that Rhonda was staring with her ears back as well.

"Let's go," the tigress said, taking his hand and leading him away.

He wasn't sure what the ether was going on, but even though he was a VP, this was sooo above his pay grade. But at the same time, that sincere creature and the way the three of them acted calmed him when he recalled it.

This whole situation was surprisingly interesting.

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I gazed down at the wide moat in the small valley and the massive keep beyond it. Swirls in the stinky water? Something actually lived in that?

"Okay," Inari said as she arrived. "The college is completely locked down while in session and only open to the outside world for very short times. That's why we can't see it down there." She snerked.

"Looks pretty visible to me," I mused.

"I know, right?" Inari said happily. "This world is pretty fun, even if this whole situation honestly scares the tails off me."

"Your tails are fine," Shad said, batting gently at one of the swishing lengths of fluff.

"Well, what if... I tempt his human side without them?" the Kitsune sputtered, then turned her rear to me, bent over double to show absolutely everything she had, and vanished every single one of her tails, leaving her pert rear as bare as a worgen.

"I'm a druid," I said dismissively with a disinterested sigh. "You look a hell of a lot better with the tails. Now, let's head to school."