More Magic!
For Magic? More Magic!
This is a continuation ofFor Magic! so you might want to read that first. Or you might not.
More Magic!
And other stuff
"So those are all the improvements," Tyler told Master Sans. The fox's smile was wide at first but as the huge leonine Master stared without expression at his mystical diagrams, the smile began to fade. Seconds ticked by and Tyler was pretty sure they were becoming minutes, which made the vulpine's ears slowly sink to the sides in concern. His ears shot up again though when a smile crept across the Master's face.
"Many apologies, Tyler. Your diagrams are always so entrancing. Perfectly laid out and precise."
Wait... Master Sans just... APOLOGIZED to him?! Wow. Maybe the centuries without fun were what made the lion grumpy and even just the thought of this succeeding brightened his mood.
Sans lifted a huge paw to point at a section of the diagram. "I never would have thought it would be possible to merge these in this way with a feedback loop. That's astoundingly ingenious and it covers the majority of if not all edge cases. I wouldn't trust anybody I know but you or a specialized famulus with creating a temporal look ahead feedback loop either. This gives me substantial hope and a sense of anticipation."
Tyler beamed happily. It was no small feat to get positive words from Master Sans. As the head of the Practical Magic department at the College of Magic, the feline took the title of his position to heart and was very practical in his own thoughts. This of course meant that he was viewed as somewhat grumpy.
He couldn't help but wonder if the Master's words last semester were an intentional hint or not though. 'Maybe you need to think without using your mind,' the lion told him. When Tyler first found a solution to his quandary at the time, he was too embarrassed to think that the lion was speaking of anything other than his heart or something. Now the scent that reached his sensitive nose helped lend credence to the possibility that the lion did indeed mean to think with his balls.
This was the third best mage's college in the world and was always intended to be the best. Once it was the only one, in fact. Students spent fifteen years of their lives learning to safely perform magic or being locked out of it forever for safety. Masters spent centuries teaching the up and coming new classes of magisters. Of course, when other colleges were founded, this one slipped in the rankings because of a belief that was held for thousands of years and built into the very stones of the college.
Millennia ago, it was thought that interpersonal celibacy was necessary to be able to work with magic properly. Geis runes sat under tens of thousands of the stones in the grounds, causing anything more than a private wank to send the offending parties to the moat in short order. Even too close a kiss could get a pair dunked and working to get out before the moat monsters got too interested. So all the students went for fifteen years straight without the delightful touch of a comfortable partner, while the Masters were denied for even longer.
The first new college was founded explicitly questioning this precept and it was discovered in short order that the whole idea was hooey. As a result, two good colleges were able to excel beyond this one, trapped as it was in such ancient thinking. But the faculty and facility here still gave it a huge leg up and kept it well-placed for success. That was hopefully about to change though.
Last semester, Tyler passed his Practical Magical Inventions course astoundingly. A clairsentience half-portal built into two pieces of cloth meant that with proper application, people could feel things in both directions without actually doing them. But for letting off some steam, the feel of a real friend was plenty good enough even if there was a spell between the two and even potentially a long distance.
Even with the success, due caution was necessary. The bidirectional clairsentience was a very powerful spell and a sharp object or hard blow could cause real damage in either direction. Even Tyler and Tara - his griffin friend - found this out the hard way when originally trying to test it before he presented it to Master Sans. She was possibly the smallest griffin in the world for all they knew, though she preferred to be called fun-sized. Tight was great until a happy griffin squeezed hard enough to displace him and make the next push miss, jabbing her and bending him both painfully. If he'd had her body to hold, it likely would have been fine, but with just the cloth to hover in front of, it was an easy mistake to have happen and ruined the fun for them at the time.
Master Sans provided a sparkling grade for the course and tasked the vulpine student with fixing the problem - as well as the issue of other things like sharp objects and blunt or shearing trauma - the next semester in lieu of some redundant work. The fox was pretty sure he'd gotten it figured out really well.
"Tyler? Are you paying attention?"
He snapped out of his musing and jumped. "Ah, y-yes Master Sans."
The lion stared at him intently for a moment. "You were not, so I'll repeat myself. Create three sets of this in the same format as the original with these safeguard modifications. Present two to me and we in the staff will examine and perform tests on them. You will test the third as you see fit, but follow all normal safety procedures."
"Y-yes Master Sans!"
"Your friend Gurt, the wolf, will help with a fourth. I've spoken with him already and asked him to think of unique ideas and form factors. He will have an idea by now, so confer with him and create one to his specifications."
Tyler's eyes widened. "Gurt?! He doesn't take anything seriously!"
The lion's lip twitched into a hint of a smile. "He's taken more trips to both the moat and the infirmary than twenty other students combined. I can think of no more puerile a mind to come up with an edge case that will break your new safeguards. So if he can't break anything with it, it's a solid result."
Vulpine ears laid back in dismay, but the Master spoke the truth. Gurt was a good student when he focused and had enough leeway to be able to goof off. And so goofing off happened a lot for him. Tyler still winced at the thought of the Delayed Blast Atomic Fireball drink. "Yes, Master Sans. I'll have all four made by tonight if Gurt has a reasonable request ready."
"Very good," the Master said as he escorted the student to the door and saw him out. "Deliver the two to me in the morning before classes. You can use yours and give Gurt his to use tonight."
The door opened and Tyler scooted out with the presence of mind to step far enough forward to avoid the closing door. In the dim hallway, his breath came out in a woosh.
"So how'd it go?" Tara exclaimed from right next to him.
"GAH!" He leaped away. "Don't sneak up on me like that! You..." He paused, his ears twisting in thought as she stared intently at him. "Y-you came with me again this time. Sorry, Tara." He offered her a sheepish grin.
She chirtled in amusement and patted his hip with a forepaw. "Better this time. How'd it go? Are we finally going to get to have fun?"
"He approved my changes and gave me instructions. He got Gurt involved too. Hopefully my work is Gurt-proof."
The little griffiness drew her head back in surprise. "Asking it to be fool-proof is bad enough, but Gurt-proof?" She chirtled again. "Makes sense though. Gurt is good at what he does."
"Somebody good at things?" the wolf in question asked, overhearing the end as he approached. "Looks like I caught ya two at a good time." He paused in thought and in mid-step. "Unless you haven't seen Master Sans yet," he conceded before finishing walking to them.
"He just got out and the Master approved his changes!"
"Great!" Gurt exclaimed, pulling a piece of cloth from a pocket. "Make me one with this size and shape please. Hopefully before eight tonight, otherwise I won't be able to start testing for a week. Thanks!" He didn't stick around long enough for them to question, making an oddly-hasty retreat.
Tyler looked at the cloth he was holding, then sighed. "Well, at least he cleaned it before he cut it up," he said, pocketing what was previously the wolf's handkerchief before Gurt got a self-cleaning one.
"Need any help with making the new thing?" Tara asked cheerily.
"Not really, but I'd love your company," he replied with a smile.
"Great!" she exclaimed, foregoing mentioning the excitement over hopefully having a working solution to their fun now. She headed with him to the work lab that he was using and when they were secure in the protected room, she asked curiously, "So how will the new modification work?"
Tyler got down to business as he answered her, taking the diagrams he'd already made and setting them onto the spell table. "Well, it's an inverse reverse near proximity temporal damage sense monitoring both sides that acts in a feedback loop against the physical size of the clairsentient projection." He got a set of his working cloth and carefully cut the pieces out to match Gurt's request.
Tara clacked her beak a few times as she digested this. "Soooooo... if something bad would happen in the future, it gets smaller."
"Yep! Smaller until nothing bad would happen, with no lower limit, so for example a sword shoved through would just project no size at all. But when the danger is no longer imminent, it returns to normal due to the feedback loop. The same loop also ensures the return doesn't cause problems since it stops for a moment of the return at the point where it would be bad. The end result is a perfectly-tuned growth back to a proper size."
"Oh, so if you got squeezed out again and were about to jam yourself, the side with me would shrink so you don't jam. You miss a stroke, but you can recover from that. And because it works both ways, if somebody was going to bite the projection, it'd shrink away from the bite too."
"Yup!" He set the cut cloth in the work area and began to activate the flows of magic.
"What about that stuff in segment seven by one forty-five?" Tara asked, peering at the diagram from a safe distance to not interrupt his work.
He didn't answer until the spell was completed and his eyes stopped glowing from working the magic. Then he looked over at her and grinned. "Well, I figure honestly we're making this for one purpose really, and I realized there's another issue to contend with sometimes."
"It looks like a conditional bounded inverse valuation of the projection size reduction. What's that supposed to help?"
"Ohhhh, just think about something like Master Fillis and Mistress Jula trying to use it."
Tara had an image of the little rabbit and the massive tigress and snorted in mirth. "Carrot in a well?" she asked wryly.
Tyler nodded. "Before it applies the size of the projection, it checks for spatial proximity and tests against a size increase compared to the pre-dip peaks of near-temporal positive results from the proximate object and object being projected. It has both a hard limit as well as then being fed into the damage feedback."
"What exactly does that mean?" she asked, not following his logic.
"Means that when the projection gets close to something, if making it bigger would make either or both the projected object and or the thing it's close to happier, it will make it bigger, up to the point where either side's happiness decreases at all instead of increasing." He pursed his lips. "Mind you I say 'happy' but really it works on a generic positive energy system so it can still sense things that impact inanimate objects for example."
Her eyes widened. "Wait, so it would make the carrot big enough to be exactly the most perfect size for both the carrot and the well?" She thought about it even more. "Orrrr... both bigger or smaller! So it'll always be the perfect size to fit and feel best!" She gazed at him in awe.
He grinned triumphantly as he applied the primed spell to three sets of uncut cloth. "Exactly! Genderbend those two and Master Jula would fit perfectly in Mistress Fillis. It has enough look-ahead to avoid doing something silly like filling the female completely with just the male's tip too, adjusting to the end result as proximity occurs."
"Master... Mistress..." She snerked in mirth and eyed him. "Talk like that and I might get a genderbend spell and show you a thing or two."
He looked at her and considered this. "Eh, I had to try genderbend spells as part of physical education here and I thought it was kind of weird," he said, making a face.
"Well, with what you can get from it, you might just try it again," she suggested sultrily, but though she got a little bit of an ear perk from him, he was still reluctant. So she tilted her head and her beak opened in an avian grin.
"Or you can stay like you are. After your first test with the new magic, maybe you wonder..." she purrred slyly. Then she perked because of his fidgety-guilty reaction and chrrrr-trilled. "Oh, yes, I see maybe you would!"
His ears were laid to the side in embarrassment but he couldn't deny that he wasn't curious. "W-well, it would have to be a male I trust, r-r-right? I mean, I trust myself, so the test worked. And I trust you, but you're female."
She padded over and rubbed her shoulder against him, curling around him a little. "The spell would fix me for that," she trilled, making the shy fox gulp loudly.
"I-I... I guess... I th-think... yeah... I should try that."
"Try what?" Gurt exclaimed as he pushed the door open, since the active spell casting was done.
Tyler choked in embarrassment at first, then silently picked up the cut cloths for Gurt and shoved them in the wolf's direction.
"He made great improvements to the spell!" Tara exclaimed. "It automatically adjusts the size of the clairsentient projection to both not ever be able to hurt anything, but also if the thing going into the projection is too small for everybody to have fun, it makes it bigger. So it's always exactly the perfect size!"
The wolf whistled. "That actually sounds really cool! And you got these done really fast, so we have time to go test them tonight. This is great!"
"Ooo! Yeah, let's use the testing room next door!" Tara exclaimed.
"W-wait, what? Gurt, you can find a friend to test yours, right?"
"I'm not testing this until I see you show it works," the wolf said indignantly. "And I can provide feedback and objective observations on the testing you two do."
Tara looked at the wolf and snoofed. "You're not testing it with me, not even because of your Gurt's Rule Seventeen."
"You know I gave you a pass on that, silly bird," Gurt assured her as he took Tyler by the hand and led the fox to the testing room just a dozen feet down the hall with Tara following close behind. "Here we are!" he exclaimed as he closed the door, then pulled his robes off. "Don't be shy, Tyler. I know you've never ever ended up in the moat, so you need this badly, buddy."
"Ha!" Tara huffed. "Yeah, you dip your stick and end up in the moat, but Tyler tested this the first time ever completely by himself and he even tied himself!"
That was the first thing Tyler had ever seen knock the wolf off his normally quick tongue. "He tied himself? Wait, you mean, like he pounded his own tail and knotted himself in... himself?"
Tyler considered an invisibility spell for the embarrassment, but Tara strode up to him proudly. "Yep! First male to cum in anybody at all in this school in forevers!"
Gurt looked at the fox measuringly and smiled. "Wow, that's actually really impressive." Tyler did a double-take because the wolf sounded completely sincere. More fun was the fact that the very idea had the wolf peeking from his sheath a little. So Tyler coughed lightly and started to pull off his own robes rather than stare at wolf or griffin.
The wolf spoke, trying his question again. "So what were you going to try?"
Tara chuffed and trilled. "We were talking about the size adjustment and Master Fillis and Mistress Jula would still be satisfying for them. Then he pointed out that even if they both used gender swap spells it would work for them that way too without splitting the bunny. Got me so worked up I teased him about he and I using genderbending and testing it that way too just in case. But heeeeeee said he didn't feel comfortable as a female."
"Oh? Not fond of the softer insides, Tyler?"
Tyler huffed as he pulled his robes over his head. "I'd rather be in the softer insides than have them in m-me," he said. His attempted bravado in front of his friends was betrayed by his stutter, and worse, he was hesitating at the robe since he was peeking from his own sheath now at the ideas being discussed.
Tara chirped. "Oh, no, but he definitely gave it some serious consideration when I said I could genderswap and he could stay the same as he is."
"Well, yeah," Gurt said with a shrug. "Any male knows that pretty much any hole is good and tight anyway, and with the cloth he wouldn't even have to see that you're male. But couldn't he just go under your tail without you using a gender bend spell?"
"Who said -he'd- be under -my- tail?" Tara said slyly. Tyler was glad he still had the robe halfway off and still over his head to hide his embarrassed ears. "I figured that since he had practice under his from himself, me as a guy would be something for him to see if he likes guys besides himself there."
"Ooooh reeeeeally?" Gurt exclaimed. "Oooh, look, he even has a stiffy at that idea."
Tyler bit his own tongue to keep from replying and pulled his robe off the rest of the way, setting it aside and glancing back at his two friends.
Gurt was squatting on his haunches and extracted a spell token from his own robes, then held it up with a grin. "If you're going to test that at all, test it first. If Tyler humps you and you enjoy it enough to cum, you won't be able to get it up as a male until you rest. But if you be a male first, you can enjoy him. Foxes can cum a few times as males so he'll be able to test in you afterward no matter what happens. It all makes perfect sense for the testing and meets academic standards."
The fox was torn at this idea. Gurt was absolutely correct. It made sense. Males who could cum a few times were fine as females, but females who came and then turned male always had a rest period even if the males of their type could go at it a few times. Seemed to be related to the shift itself, since if they stayed male and popped, they could go again. He just wished that he wasn't also a bit turned on by the idea despite his ears' insistence on laying flat to the sides in embarrassment. Okay, a lot turned on.
Tara perked, then her eyes narrowed and she cast her gaze to the wolf. "What about Gurt's Rr..."
"Always only a TRY, silly bird, unless it's been denied before," he assured her, interrupting. "And if it succeeds, it'll be another good test, right? Plus the new safeguards mean it can't possibly be bad."
She peered at Gurt for a moment, then looked at the clueless fox, then back to Gurt, then back to Tyler, then she chuffed. "Okay, since it's only a try, and honestly that idea kind of excites me too." She padded over to the wolf and plucked the token spell from his fingers with her beak. "Let's do this then," she decided, her eyes flashing briefly as she activated the spell.
Tyler was suddenly awash in the pleasant scent of horny male griffin and he gasped at the length of flesh showing off beneath his just-previously-female friend. As a female in the college, she hid her arousal well to avoid teasing other students, but in male form, it was much harder. To hide. Harder to hide. He hadn't realized just how excited about this whole test she was. He was. Ummmm...
"Okay Tyler, all up to you to define the testing," Gurt said, handing over a pair of the full-sized cloths. "Because honestly I don't know how this actually works," he admitted.
"O-oh! Um... well..." Tyler fidgeted at first, but took a deep breath and sorted the two pieces of cloth. "Right! Testing. Just testing. For magic." He let the rest of his breath out in a woosh and bent over double, lifting his tail and placing the green side of the one cloth over his rear end, centering it as best he could. "This one will stay here, the other should go in such a way that Tara can poke her... her... h-his?... self... through the orange side. It'll hang in the air when you let it, so just put it in a comfortable position. I'm pretty sure I have the green centered over me, so... um... aim for the middle of the cloth and go by f-feel."
He held his arms out and placed the cloth in what he thought might be the best height for Tara. Then he glanced at Tara's haunches as the griffin moved around in front of him. His eyes were caught by the slick flesh there and he was even more embarrassed than when he was trying this on himself. But he coughed and adjusted it, then Tara adjusted it a little more and stepped over the floating cloth.
"This should be very, veerrrrrry interesting..." Gurt murmured. "Er, for magic testing reasons!" he said with a grin, lying poorly about his intent with his own boner held tightly in hand.
Tyler stared at Tara's cock, its features nearly like a braid covered in sensitive skin with two knots along its length, one mid way and the second at the base. Every other magic college's students had no trouble getting their extracurricular education in, but here it was much more difficult with the geis. There was a course on the anatomy and use, but it was purely theoretical due to the constraints of the school and trying to explore with friends could be hazardously tempting. So he'd not seen more than her fuzzy rump before, and not seen any male bits but his own and Gurt's.
He watched in awe as the griffin's tip vanished into the cloth, realizing that if Tara was behind him, he'd not have this kind of view. Though with just the cloth there, it was not too extremely exciting. But his mind was already starting to turn with some ideas.
Distractions came quickly though as the flat cloth's center was too far down for Tara to reach comfortably and the tip ended up poking up on his lower back. Tyler shook his head. "Not working right there. The positioning is wrong."
"Yeah, and I can't wrap a paw around you to fix it." Tara huffed. "I guess a biped wouldn't have a problem since they don't have a tummy to get in the way of the top of the cloth." Sh... he... gave a frustrated push against Tyler's back fluff. "Your fur feels nice at least, but not a successful test."
"I have an idea!" Gurt exclaimed. Both Tyler and Tara were of mixed feelings about this because Gurt's ideas often involved booze, stink bombs, and finding new ways to get dumped in the moat. "We'll project an entire Tyler and use it backwards."
Tara just stared at the wolf like he was speaking nonsense and Tyler opened his mouth but closed it again, thinking hard about that before finally giving up and asking straight out, "Uh, what?"
Gurt rushed forward and snagged the two pieces of spelled cloth. "The cloth is big enough. We'll project all of you through the origin up to your neck. Or even just your nose. You showed us that the projection can be moved by things affecting it, like she bent your finger that first night."
Tyler hid his surprise. This was actually part of the idea he was formulating before, but he'd only been thinking a rump, not a whole person. But why not test all the way? For magic! "O-okay."
The wolf put the green cloth green side down on the floor and the orange cloth orange side up. "Stand on that," he said, pointing at the orange entrance side.
"It'll shrink me and I'll fall mostly in because of the feedback and lack of space," Tyler said.
"I say it won't," Gurt retorted.
"Nooooo... it should, because there is no space for me between the green cloth and the floor."
"Bet ya a dare favor it won't," Gurt said simply.
"Fine!" Tyler said with a harumph, then closed his eyes and stepped onto the orange cloth, expecting to quickly fall into it as the spell adjusted him to fit out the other side into the extremely limited space while gravity pulled him down into the cloth.
"Looks like you owe me a dare favor," Gurt said with a grin.
"Wait, wha...? This makes no sense. There's no room for me on the other side, but I stopped and I can feel the floor."
"Not hurting the floor or you, so no shrinking," Gurt observed sagely as he picked up the green cloth and lifted it. This action made the fox sink into the orange cloth as there was space between the green and the floor for him to occupy with the projection of his feet. "Tail and arms down flat, fox, so they fit through the cloth."
Tyler was so intrigued by the whole effect that he did as he was told and slowly sunk into the orange cloth as his legs and then more of him was allowed out of the green cloth. Then when he was down in to his chest, Gurt tilted the green cloth to the side and the fox promptly vanished into the orange with a cut-off yelp of surprise, only stopping with just the tip of his nose poking out of the orange while the projection of his body flailed briefly, unaffected by gravity.
Tara kept herself from leaping to help Tyler and Gurt's eyes glowed as he waited for the fox to stop flailing before moving the green cloth to neck height for a fox on all fours. Then he picked up the orange cloth, hung it in the air and let gravity pull vulpine feet to the floor. Gravity was relative to the orange cloth. He then simply used the adhesion of the green cloth to stick its back to the back of the orange cloth.
With hands and feet on the floor, Tyler poked his head back out of the orange cloth and panted in surprise. "I should kick your ass, Gurt, but that was way too interesting. I... Huh..." His eyes were glowing as he took in the magical situation. "This way it's just a conversion from physical world to pocket space with clairsentience and almost no space between. Makes me glad I gave it absolute world positioning. I wouldn't put it past you to spin the orange and see me flop about with the gravity change otherwise."
"You sting me to the core," Gurt said with mock pain on his face even though his eyes glowed. "Even my pranks have limits." He turned his attention to Tara. "So, remember that mention of not being able to get a grip on his hips? No cheating with mage-sight, just go by feel. You'll find a nice, soft fox on all fours on this invisible side."
"No mage-sight?"
"That would be cheating, since normal people using this wouldn't have it."
"Oooooh." Tara moved forward very carefully and cautiously, hobbling on three legs and waving a paw at the air to feel. Too cautiously for the wolf's tastes.
"Oh come on. You know Tyler's shape, it doesn't start way over there. Here." He stuck a finger in his mouth and slobbered on it as he grabbed the fox's brush tail with his other hand and lifted it up, eliciting a yelp from the fox. Then he rubbed his wet finger against what looked like the air. "Fox hole starts here."
"Hey!!" Tyler protested.
"You still have a full boner, so don't complain." That shut the fox up.
Tara nodded though and moved to where Gurt was indicating, then put a paw down on Tyler's back and nearly leaped in surprise. "It is all of him! And soft and warm and everything. Wow." The griffin felt along the fluffy back and down a hip as Gurt finally started to get back his own erection from tormenting the poor fox and Tyler just clenched his teeth and handled it. For magic.
"Okay, let's get me here..." Tara said, scooting around behind the projection of the fox as Gurt tugged the tail to the side to keep it from curling under. Tara chrrred and got forepaws around the waist of the projection, scooting forward over the fox's back. "I can't believe I'm doing this and not worrying at all about the moat," Tara murmured. "And ether, I want to be inside him so bad. Do you males always feel like this?"
"N-no, we..." Tyler started to say, but Gurt cut him off.
"Some of us do. Why do you think I end up in the moat so often? Tyler is just repressed by his big brain and logic."
Tara pulled the fox's body closer and prodded with a leaky, drippy griffin tip, missing only by a smidgen low and pushing anyway in need. The slick left a trail hanging in the air against the otherwise invisible projection until the tip found the base of Tyler's tail and had nowhere to go but in. Wings began to mantle in response as Tara pushed steadily and started to slip in, a deep chrrrr coming from the feathery chest and Tyler's eyes just wide as could be from the sensation.
"WAIT!" Gurt exclaimed suddenly and grabbed a crate from nearby.
"But I don't wanna waaaait," Tara whined, driven by the needs of her temporarily-male form.
"Just hold really still for a few seconds. You can do it. I really want him to see this!"
"S-see?" Tyler asked incredulously.
"It'll be great!" The wolf carefully held the green cloth in place and pulled the orange cloth well away from it, then moved the crate into place for the green to hang on. Then he was able to reposition the orange cloth that had the fox head sticking out of it to his heart's content. Therefore he of course put it right behind Tara's rump to allow Tyler to look up at the scene.
"Now?" Tara whined, fidgeting on hind paws.
"Almost!" The last step was a very simple, standard coloring spell placed on the projection of the fox that made it visible. A normal part of learning clairsentience and not waste energy on mage-sight. "Okay, now!"
It was one thing to have the feeling alone, but Tyler's jaw dropped as now he saw a single-color filled view of the projection of himself. Tara had a great grip on his waist and an inch sunk into him and with the go-ahead, that inch was growing with a hot, steady filling as Tara savored every little bit. He could see his balls and his cock proudly jutting out in front of them. Wow, this was a turn on. Each little bulge in the cock slid in with what he saw directly connected to what he felt, since they were one and the same, and his eyes rolled back in delight as Tara's mid-knot slid in.
"Oh, sweet ether," Gurt murmured huskily. "Now that's a hell of a sight."
"Hoooooow do you even keep from wanting to do this all the time?" Tara exclaimed again, chirrring and trilling in delight.
"Only really want to do it when we're really, really horny. Even then smarts can overcome the needs if there's good reason to."
"Really, really horny, yes," Tara huffed and then got a better grip on Tyler. "No good reason to overcome, so ha..." The words were accompanied by a sudden, powerful thrust, and then Tara let out a squawk of surprise as the fox projection nearly vanished. "Nooooooo! What happened?!" Paws flipped quickly to catch the griffin's body and keep it from face-planting.
"The thrust must have been too hard and would have hurt me," Tyler said. "Can't shrink you to fix that, so it shrunk me away from you instead. Wow... That felt really weird." Sure enough there was a small projection present and starting to grow swiftly back up to normal size. His eyes widened again as Tara took a step back and put fuzzy griffin balls half an inch from his face. That was his real face, so too much contact would dump them in the moat. But seriously interesting view to say the least.
No sooner had he gotten his hands and feet back under himself than Tara pounced and found the delightful spot to be in again, then went much slower and more carefully. Tara nodded and said, "I understand a little. I really wanted to be all in, and still do, but I know that going too fast will make it go away, so I'm holding back."
"Ahyep!" Gurt said, having been nearly forgotten and using the moment to stroke himself.
One forepaw around the fox's waist and the other now clinging to his shoulder, Tyler felt quite well-held as he watched the mid-knot sink in again and the rest slowly fill him. He was very glad for the protection built into the system now. He trusted Tara but obviously male needs had overcome the griffin on the first try of this. He tried to be very proud of his magical achievements but at the moment he was too distracted by the second knot sliding in as Tara hilted hot griffin cock in the fox by proxy.
"Now I really wish I'd started making a recording of this," Gurt murmured.
"You should see it from this angle," Tyler muttered in awe, panting softly.
"Oh? Good idea!" Gurt scooted in and slid the orange cloth further under the scene, giving the fox a view from directly below as he flopped on his back to watch from slightly behind and rub himself as he did.
Tara watched all this with only a small pause, then gave a little throb inside Tyler before chirring and huffing happily. "More, definitely more!" In short order, humping was hot and heavy and wings were mantled to nearly touch the floor as griffin cock slid in and out of the fox proxy at an increasing pace, but always being super-careful.
"Really cool to watch," Gurt murmured. "You can't go faster, can you? You look like you're really holding back."
"I am," Tara whined. "Don't want him to shrink again... But mooooore!" A sudden piston-like push and the projection vanished again, leaving griffin cock dripping copious pre-cum on the tips of Tyler's ears. Tara was aghast, "Nooooooo! So close!" All four paws got stomped on the ground in succession.
The wolf considered. "Can't go all in unless you're the projection," he said.
"But then I can't hold him like I want to! Gotta have my paws around him and my cock deep inside. Great ether, how do you males handle this?"
"A dunk in the moat would take away the desire, trust me," Gurt said, jumping up and grabbing the green cloth, then carefully pushing the tiny fox projection out of it and forcing the full-sized real fox out of the orange side. "On all fours again, Tyler."
The fox was panting and wild-eyed, but had to admit this was actually tremendously fun. Even better than doing himself, though that had been something worth trying again too. He got himself situated on all four paws once again and watched as Gurt put the cloths back to back again, perfectly aligned.
"The geis doesn't care about snuggles or bodies against each other, it just hates touches down there. So we convert real into projection all the way," Gurt decreed, pushing Tyler's tail to the side and using the edges of the cloth to wrap it around between his legs, green side plastered all the way from the back of his waist to the front of his waist, cock, balls, and rear end well-covered and orange side out. He adjusted the front to let the orange cloth hold it in position just a little away from the fox and let everything hang comfortable and freely. Then he grinned and motioned to Tara. "There you go. I'm pretty sure that will work, but don't blame me if you get dumped in the moat. I could test it first if you aren't sure."
"Mine!!" the griffin exclaimed and pounced, shouldering the wolf away and snagging the fox's waist with a grip that was unrelenting. Paw hooked across shoulder again and there was only a heartbeat to find the hole with everything aligned precisely by the cloth as if the cloth were not there. Then Tara growfed and powerful leonine hindquarters hunched forward as the paw pulled back on Tyler's shoulder, sinking cock through the translation of the cloth and into the fox in one sweet thrust.
Tyler gasped. He felt the adjustment as the spell took effect and kept him comfortable and very happy. Tara felt it too. No need to hold back now. He was rocked bodily as Tara showed off just how strong the muscles of even a Fun Sized griffin were, and he definitely decided it was fun.
With no need to hold back, Tara went all in. Balls bouncing balls through the prophylactic cloth that had nothing physical actually happening to trigger the geis. Griffin cock delved repeatedly into his depths, tempered by the safety portions of the spell. Tara didn't last long, wings pressing to Tyler's sides and the grip pulling him fully back against the griffin's loins as cock felt like it was unloading deep inside him, though it was truly only spurting into the pocket dimension and that would be forced out when it withdrew.
"Wow... Like, seriously, wow..." Gurt murmured. "I've so gotta get you two to do that again when I can record it. It'll sell better than test study guides."
Tara panted and chirred and trilled in delight, then said breathily, "Normally I'd snap at you for that suggestion, but after that feeling, I might just agree to it." A slow pull out, each knot's departure leaving Tyler with a soft squelch, and then the dribbling ejection of hot griffin cum to fall from the cloth, pooling on the ground below as Tara flopped on her side and examined her temporary maleness and erect cock. "Ooooo... that felt so gooooood!" A long griffin stretch punctuated the statement and showed off everything.
Gurt nodded and started to carefully peel the orange cloth only away from the green that he left on Tyler. With the orange no longer supporting it, the green only draped across Tyler's rear and didn't cover his front anymore. "Now you know why I end up in the moat so much. Tyler might know too if he actually did himself through it, but I bet he was too busy thinking of the testing and less of his need to pop."
Tyler took a moment to give a stretch of his own, starting to relax down onto his belly because it hid his stiffy a little. "Yeah... huh... y-yeah... ether, my cock is rock hard. Never tried anything under the tail before and I was really curious when I tried it the first time. Hooo... It's one thing to be curious and very cautiously do my own rear. But having Tara do that... w-wow." He panted, his tongue lolling, and glanced over at Tara. "You going back to female soon? Y-you did still want me to test my maleness on your femaleness... r-right?" Even with his cock raging for some fun of its own, he was still shy.
"Mmmmmf," Tara said. "Give me a moment to rest and to try to calm down enough to not leap on you again. It's taking all my willpower right now."
"Great!" Gurt exclaimed. "No reason to stop testing in the meantime," he said cryptically.
"H-HEY!" Tyler exclaimed, jumping as wolf cock poked under his tail.
Gurt paused instantly from pushing himself into the orange cloth. "Calm down, Tyler. It's a great test. You knotted yourself and you can see how much bigger than you I am. So it should shrink me to just the right size not to hurt you. And of course Gurt's Rule Seventeen applies."
"R-Rule Seventeen?" Tyler asked, wholly confused.
"Mmmmm hmmm... Gurt's Rule Seventeen is easy. If Gurt sees somebody else fuck something, Gurt must try to fuck it too." He rubbed his tip against Tyler's pucker through the cloth to distract him more. "Unless you'd rather just wank on your own while waiting for Tara to be ready, but with the special spells, it can only be a good thing for both of us. You trust your spell casting, right?"
"I-I do! But... Tara is normally a female!"
"And a male right now, and just pounded your ass while holding you in a vice-like grip, and you started it by knotting your -own- ass last semester and obviously enjoyed it otherwise you wouldn't let Tara have you, and you can't deny you're stone-hard from all this. And really, I'm so on edge from watching all that and having a good rub that I'll pop pretty quick, and ether knows I need to drop a load inside somebody after all these years."
Tyler was torn. He couldn't test with Tara and short of the time Gurt tried to stick it in himself in pure desperation and failed, he'd never once heard the wolf boast about taking it under the tail. They did have testing to do. And he was pretty sure it would feel good. Hell the distracting tip rubbing against him made him fight to not lift his rump as if the wolf were right behind him and not on the other side of the room poking cock at a piece of magical cloth. Despite the wolf's extremely lewd and puerile nature and cavalier attitude, he was being very helpful with the testing and ideas. Tyler never would have thought of putting his whole self through on his own. Shy was still a thing though. "B-but..."
"You also owe me a dare favor," Gurt said, waggling a finger.
That took away any feasible other reason he could have not to. Testing. And fun. For magic! ... Even if it was Gurt. He forced his ears up and a semi-felt smile onto his face. "O-okay..."
Gurt grinned. "I was worried I'd be left to my own hand again," he said, but Tyler was too distracted to hear it really as the wolf's big cock vanished into the cloth in a steady push, was size-adjusted for the fox in the projection, and delved fully to the top of the knot in just a few seconds.
"Ooooo, bigger than me, yes... rrrf..." Tyler murmured, his eyes closing as Gurt began to rock in and out.
"Oh, fuck, this feels so good after seven years," Gurt exclaimed, hunching over the cloth and picking up his pace. He paused just long enough to move the cloth to where he could lean his hand on a table and have better leverage, then went at it even more swiftly.
Tara watched all of this curiously and clacked beak as griffin cock throbbed. "Ether, that doesn't help. Makes me want to take his ass again." Then a startled realization and with a quick twist of will, the gender-change spell faded, leaving an immensely wet female griffin lounging on her side. She rolled to her feet and snagged one of the other pairs of cloth, carefully placing them back to back. Then she stealthily snuck in front of the distracted fox and rolled onto her back, draping the green side down across her wet loins with her legs spread wide and the brilliant orange covering up the view presented to the fox.
"Oh, ether, yeah, that's a great idea," Gurt murmured, pausing his thrusting with just half of himself in.
"What? W-why'd you st...?" Tyler started to ask, opening his eyes and meeting the view of a sultry Tara in front of him.
"So you can test with her and we'll see if two pairs in use in close proximity works okay," Gurt said. "Unless you'd rather not be deep inside her. I can just finish and make you wait." He gave a rock to get another quarter of himself in, stopping just shy of his knot teasingly.
"Oh, wow," Tyler muttered and despite the distraction, the call of delight and needs of his own cock drew him forward enough for Tara to snag him into a tight hold with her forepaws and brace hindpaws against his hips, pulling him close in short order. He sucked a deep breath in through his nose.
"Go on," the wolf said, shivering in anticipation.
"Come on, foxy," Tara murmured, trilling to him.
He didn't need any more encouragement and with the natural curves of her body, he found his mark on the first try. The touch of her hot, wet flesh - even through a spell - suddenly made him understand just why the two of them were so keen on delving into his ass. He couldn't hold himself back, and this time he knew the safeties would keep everything in good order. He wasn't thinking with his mind and trying to test and analyze. He was just thinking simply the way they were. He needed to be IN her and bust a nut deep inside. So without even a second of higher thought, he wrapped his arms around her and drove himself home with a delighted moan that was punctuated by her exuberant trill.
"Ooooooohhhh the squeeze," Gurt moaned, eyes rolling back as Tyler started to thrust into Tara with wild abandon. He finally caught back on to his own needs and leaned against the table, driving unabashedly into the fox's tight and pulsing depths. The cloth stayed stable on a vulpine rump and the other side stable where he was, so he didn't have to worry about the gyrations into the griffiness dislodging his own fun. Having complete control over his own movements even allowed him to maximize the pleasure of the tight grips that came borne of the fox's efforts.
It wasn't long at all before the wolf couldn't hold himself back anymore and with both hands on the table, gave a mighty shove. The knot forcing its way in was perfectly-sized by the spell but still elicited a surprised yip from Tyler, who was subjected to Gurt grinding himself deeper, balls pressed together as the knot started to grow and the spell made sure everything stayed comfortable.
Tyler gave in and drove his own knot into Tara, eliciting a squawk of ecstasy from her and a tight hug from all four of her legs and her wings as she shuddered in an orgasm that milked the juice from him in an instant.
"Oh, sq-sq..." the wolf squeaked because of a similar sudden clench from the fox and Tyler reveled in the feel of cum flowing both out of and into him at the same time, the throbbing of two very happy cocks surrounded by the hot silk of two very happy holes.
It took a good while for them to all calm down and Tara finally let her wings and legs relax. "Sooooooo good," she chirred. She lifted her head and looked at Tyler, beak open in a griff smile. "Drunken ramblings still true?" she asked coyly.
"Mmmmm, yes, even more so now," he said with a happy moan.
"Rrrf... Wanna just... ooooo... wanna just stay in... but this must be tested..." Gurt said shakily. Then he pulled hard.
Tyler's eyes widened in anticipation of the wolf's knot - which definitely filled him precisely to capacity - being yanked out painfully, if it even made it out. But the spell caught this too and even before any discomfort happened for either of them the projection was smaller and the knot pulled out with a tight fit but not a lick of pain.
Gurt looked down as his copious cum was promptly ejected onto his cock and the floor and sucked in a happy breath. "That. Was absolutely awesome. Tyler. You are a genius mage." He stretched, not worried about the fact that he was showing off a full knot and all as he did so. "Absolutely worth all this effort. Okay, now I have a great idea for the dare favor."
"Wait, what? I thought we just did the dare favor!" Tyler exclaimed as Tara paused in snuggling him and looked at the wolf curiously.
"What?" Gurt asked, snagging the cloth. "Oh, no, I only mentioned that you owed me one. I never said letting me unload in you was it. Now I will officially tell it to you, as per the rules of dare favors I will explicitly state that this is what it is."
"Heeeeee.... Is right, foxy," Tara said with an amused chuff.
"You two wait here and relax. Enjoy the snuggles with each other. I've got to grab something just up the hall," Gurt said. He snagged his robes and walked out the door without a care in the world for the fact that now he wasn't just showing off his full knot to them, but to anybody else he might happen on in the hallway.
Tara blinked as the door closed and resumed nuzzling the fox in her grip. "I'm glad you didn't fail the course, foxy," she chrred. "This is the best magic item testing I've ever done." She looked at him coyly. "I don't think I'd be brave enough to do this with anybody but you. Being a griffin isn't easy. Four on the floor and no matter how good you are at magic, everybody thinks you're only for other griffins. But I'm fun si..." She choked. "I'm tiny. I definitely don't have the size to have a cub, and even if that wasn't a problem, have you seen how big full size male griffins are? They're huge! They'd split me wide open."
He ran his fingers affectionately through her feathers. "Well, the cloth would let you have a male griffin without being hurt."
She stared at him in disbelief for a moment, then clacked her beak in frustration. "Always the logical fox. Okay then. Sure, yeah, I could have a proxy romp with a male griffin but knowing griffins he wouldn't be satisfied with that in the long run. He has to sire grifflets after all. So it would be a losing idea no matter what. Especially since I've spent all my time well away from male griffins and they're jerks who think I'm too small anyway."
"Oh," Tyler said, abashed and his ears going back.
She chortled. "Now, away from the logical thinking... I spent all my time with bipeds. But most of them see me and think of the full size griffin and not of me as me, or think I'm a useless runt for being small. Some even look down at me for having forepaws instead of hands. So even though bipeds are the right size for me, it's a hopeless thing."
Her beak gently preened his ear. "Unless I found somebody who recognized me as Fun Sized and thought my tail was cute and liked my smell and would kiss me and proved that he really would do me if he could." She looked at him slyly as the dawning realization of his past words came back to his mind. "And even let me male up and do him. Wow." She let out an excited chirp, her feathers all floofing up. Then she gape-smiled at him. "Especially if that somebody is nice and warm and smart and good and cute and I like him. A lot."
Tyler's ears twisted about furiously as an internal battle between happy and shy battled for supreme control. Happy finally won and he buried his face against her soft chest. "I like you too, Tara," he said warmly. "A lot."
She chirred and gave him a warm hug with all six appendages again, then released him as the door opened and Gurt wandered back in with some cloth.
"You two look cozy," he said happily, still sporting his full knot, and likely to do so for another fifteen minutes or more. "Okay, let me see... Tyler, I'm going to use one of the pair that the Masters asked for for this as well as your testing pair, so you'll have to make another one for them to have two. This is officially the dare favor, mind you, so no worry about that," he said candidly. "Oh, and you'll have to stand up, bud, legs shoulder width apart."
"Go ahead," Tara whispered. "He's icky sometimes, but not malicious." She let him go carefully and he pulled, getting his knot out of her without any trouble and having to sport his own full knot as he stood tentatively in front of the wolf.
"Okay, first I'm gonna make a shape mold here..." Gurt said, his eyes flashing as he pulled on magic.
Tyler was surprised, as he rarely saw the wolf do anything practical, but the spell was being woven correctly and soon resulted in a flat, physical mold of a very oddly flat torso and sunken, featureless crotch as well as just a small section of legs. It was quickly duplicated into a second one.
"Now bend over forward, rear presented properly. You know, like for Tara to hump and fill."
Tyler's ears went back in embarrassment but he did as he was asked and in a moment there was another shell mold in the wolf's hand the precise shape of his rump and lower back, sans his tail. Even his cleft was there, and this one was duplicated as well, sans the section below where the tail would be.
"Perfect! Both exactly the size of the cloth too." Gurt took one orange cloth and paired it with its green, then quickly used paws at the black edges to fit the orange side out to the edges of the shell he'd just made. Then a quick vacuum spell pulled the back of the orange cloth tight against the Tyler-bum-shaped shell. The end result was a cloth-covered fox-bum shape in orange with a black border. Even impossible to tell gender since the majority of the cloth was over the rump and back shape and the black border would stop it shy of pussy or balls by the legs. It's identical twin mold was lined on the inside with the green cloth, though the mold stopped at the bottom and let the cloth hang loose.
The other pair's green cloth was then placed entirely by hand over the shell of the front of a body. Then he set the two shells against each other to verify that they pretty much perfectly made a whole body, though the front was cut off because the cloth wouldn't reach all the way around a body without that. It was interesting seeing the very edges of the green would form fit the outside of a body without cutting in like the middle did. Orange cloth was form-fitted to the inside of that shell using the same sucky technique and the end result was two pairs of shells, front and back.
"Oh! Oooooooooooooooooooh... And I thought foxes were sly and sneaky," Tara exclaimed.
"It's that obvious?" Gurt asked, glancing at her as he magically filled in the shell under the orange-colored rump and the green-clothed front, giving them some substance and heft. A final touch made a switchable position lock so they'd move when it was off and stay put, even in mid-air when it was on.
"I - I don't get it," Tyler finally admitted, sending Tara into a fit of trilling laughter.
"Special simulated sex toys!" Gurt exclaimed, holding up the orange rump and the green front. "Worked on the spell for a long time because, hey, we need to have some fun with more than our hands. And it even evades the runes because it uses a clairsentience system, so you can stick it in you or hump it without ending up in the moat because you're not really touching anything, you just feel like you are and the runes don't care about magic going into you or vice versa."
The wolf quickly took on a fidgety and evasive look. "Yeah, though this is a prototype and I accidentally puked on my spell diagrams after celebrating the success with a few drinks, so there's not going to be any more of them, and this one might fade after a while."
Tyler gave the wolf a withering look. "That makes no sense. The green just feels like cloth and the orange will just go through to the air inside the shell with the green in it."
Tara squawked with laughter now and Tyler jumped, looking at her questioningly. She finally panted and caught her breath. "Foxy, he's gonna... He... Oh ether... Thinking with your brain and without creativity again!" She got caught up in laughing again.
"Whaaaaaaat?" the fox whined.
Gurt took the orange-lined front mold and pressed it against Tyler, the black edges fitting the fox's body perfectly and holding the mold in place. The pressed-in area forced a good part of the front of his body through the cloth, from just below his ribs at the top to include his cock, sheath, and balls below. Then the back was pressed into place on him as well and the free-hanging cloth tucked in between his legs to fit tightly against his ass after his tail was pulled carefully to the side to extend out from the shell and run down the back of his left leg, just like if he were sitting in a chair.
"What in the...? Gurt, is this what it looks like?" Tyler demanded.
In answer, the wolf simply slicked up his finger with the still-wet drippings from his own cock and poked the orange frame in the obvious place, his fingertip penetrating the fox by an inch and making Tyler jump with a yip before he pulled it out.
"A super-realistic-feeling pair of toys," Gurt said slyly as he cast a color spell on the frontal projection and turned it green to match the cloth. The previously-caved-in area was perfectly filled in with Tyler's front, fuzzy hanging balls and still-filled-knot cock included. "Only interacting with magic so it's completely safe from the geis runes and doesn't even get dirty. The front one even reacts like a real male. Sometimes it's soft and in the sheath and can be coaxed out, and then it's hard, or even gets hard on its own like it is now."
Tara squeaked in glee. "I could take these to my room and as long as you're wearing your side, I could have fun with either side of you!"
"Ahhh, but it gets even better," Gurt said. "Being magnanimous and knowing these are one of a kind and won't last forever, I'll let other students use them. For a price of course. Which will be split with you properly Tyler despite the fact that you will be getting tremendous amounts of sex as befits the founding creator of the things that will forever change this college for the better." He rubbed the fox's sides and hips encouragingly through the orange-clothed rump.
"You're addled!" Tyler exclaimed, but his will was wearing down quickly.
"Why did you stop the back end so high? That's a lot of back and not much leg," Tara asked.
"Oh, yes, that's easy. Some males like males, and some males like females. But if I simulated male bits or female bits, it would turn off one or the other. But males who like females are just fine with any hole on a female usually, so even though there's no pussy, there's no balls to make them sad either. If they demand pussy or nothing, well, too bad."
"This is completely insane!" Tyler reiterated.
"You're off of almost all of your course work to test this for the college by order of multiple masters. I don't think there's any other way to get nearly as much test data from unbiased testers. And you get to just lie somewhere comfortable and relax and really, really enjoy. I even put a self-cleaning spell on the front so your fur won't get all slimy. With as much time as I spend with my hand, it's something I've got down pat. I mean, you don't neeeeeeed to do it, but I figured that with your safety spells, this is a darn good way to pay off the dare favor. I could always save it for later."
Tyler was quickly running out of reasons not to and gave it one last gasp. "It's... It's..."
Gurt gave his rump a remote squeeze through the orange cloth at the same time as he grabbed the green "toy" cock and gave it a nice rub while he interrupted. "It's for magic."
Tyler took in a breath, then deflated. "For magic," he said with a meek smile that grew bigger as the seconds ticked by and he settled into the idea.
Gurt perked. "Thatta boy! Now, get comfortable in those shells and adjust them if you want. I left the spell obvious and open for you. Tara can help you too. Or she can practice on the toys if you like. This is YOUR testing and I still have to set up the testing I promised the masters I'd do." He snagged the oddly-cut pair of spelled cloths and headed out the door.
Tara was still giggling but soon calmed down. "Wow, foxy... You get to relax and enjoy alllll the fun."
"Yeah, I-I guess so," he said, bemused. This had escalated hugely faster than he expected.
She sauntered over to the front 'toy' and moved it using the molded part, setting it on the ground before starting to rub his belly through it. "Do you think you can handle a lack of control? No matter how much your body moves, the frame will stay stationary. No humping anybody for you with this."
"I'll do my best," he said honestly, relaxing and starting to murr at the belly rub.
"Oooo! What a realistic toy!" she exclaimed in mock surprise. "I can feel it murring and the tummy twitches when I rub it. I wonder how it would feel in me?" She gaped a grin and glanced at Tyler as he gulped, then stage-whispered, "You should get comfortable, foxy. Probably lie down there."
He sucked in a breath as she wasted no time moving herself over the green "toy" and starting to lower her haunches toward it without waiting for his response. So he yipped softly and laid down on his tummy to spare her the odd view of the front of him seeming to be missing. He was just in time too. His breath hissed through his teeth as she found the perfect spot and sunk down over his cock to begin a ride that was very nice for both of them.
* * *
Gurt folded the green-lined panties carefully and folded the orange cloth by itself, then checked the local ether for any signs of anyone watching. All clear! With a flick of his wrist, he spelled the objects into the paper of the letters and stealthed the spell. The college was sequestered off from the outside world for all but two days of the year, but mail still went in and out once per week as long as it was paper only. Definitely no sneaking anything out of the college.
He'd attached a recall to the items as well, so he could yank them back through the sub-ether when he wanted to. It was not unusual for letters to go out reeking of recall spells as students learned early that the rigors of learning magic occasionally made them send out panicky letters that they quickly pulled back later. The recall spell would further hide the objects locked inside.
"Okay, Sams," he murmured. "No more wistful, hormone-laden sads for you. You're old enough, it's not your fault you ended up cursed by your father before he died. The spiteful bastard. It'll only be a temporary taste, but enjoy yourselves. If this makes it to mass market, you'll be even better off."
He cleared out any remaining evidence of his subterfuge and left the room, taking a long route past his own room before dropping the letters into the post just before the spell whisked them off for weekly delivery. Less time for any alarms to ring that way. His eyes glowed and he smiled as the letters were gone without a hiccup and without any alerts.
One letter addressed to Samuel, one to Samantha, both at 590 Forest Pine Way.
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