"Forward! Slash! Stab! Block!" Tizzy shouts out orders like a drill instructor as she stands on a tree stump, illuminated by the moon and a few of her own mage-lights. It's a rather tiring exercise - not only is she directing a full half a dozen Prince Thaddeus illusions and the light spells, but also maintaining a wider illusion spell to hide all of that from prying eyes. After all, strange lights in the forests outside Grassbrook would likely draw attention, and that's the last thing she and Linda need right now.

  Fortunately Linda's presence isn't just for her good company. Tizzy has to admit, she would have never managed to create so many simultaneous illusions if it wasn't for the Force Mage's help. After all, the solid constructs were part illusion and part magical barrier, and while Tizzy has pretty decent control of barrier spells herself, she's a mere amateur in the field compared to Linda. The difficult part was mixing their magic so that Tizzy could control the fake princes without the two of them needing to coordinate every single movement. After a few days of practice however the pair of them are up to six false Thaddeuses, which isn't to say there aren't still improvements to be made.

  "The little army thing is nice, Tizzy, but a little too in-sync. I mean, if they move like this the true Prince Thaddeus will be the one who stands out the most, because there's no way a real person could move so perfectly in order with so many constructs." Linda rests her chin in one hand as she watches on, shaking her head slightly.

  "Seesh, I spent this much time just trying to control them all at once, and now you want me to what, control them less?" The half-imp rolls her eyes, although silently she can't help but agree.

  "Perhaps have them each go out and attack a different tree? It will all be basically the same thing, but they'll have to move differently to get there and such."

  "Suppose we can give that a shot. Princes! Activate Lumberjack Mode!" With that order given - and more importantly, an adjustment made to the spell controlling them - the six illusory figures turn and seek out a different tree bordering the small forest clearing. Each of them raises a sword and begins to strike at the trunks before them, although not to much great effect. While Linda could put a little more effort into making her barriers 'sharp', for now that isn't really the point of the test...not to mention a bunch of trees bearing sword wounds might look strange to any foresters wandering by later on.

  While the Princes more or less follow the orders as intended, Tizzy still has to go around and fine-tune each of them. In each case their gaze is slightly off, or the pattern in which they 'breathe' during their attacks, or so on. Sufficient to confuse someone for a few seconds, but against a dungeon guardian the scout knows she needs to be able to work to a higher standard. Eventually though each of the six is moving in an at least somewhat unique pattern, while generally appearing to be actually human as they do so. Satisfied but tiring, Tizzy returns to her tree stump and takes a seat.

  "Be nice to have another week to practice, but I think this should work fairly well. Of course, that makes us the weak points in the whole thing, the moment the dungeon figures out we're using illusions...which will probably be immediately...it'll probably figure out that we're the ones controlling it."

  The blonde-haired human nods in agreement. "I was thinking perhaps you should keep us invisible, and then have two of the illusions take our places instead of the Prince. I've asked around, and while dungeons can see quite a bit within their territory, it sounds like illusions can still conceal things from them."

  "Should be doable. I've definitely created decoy illusions of myself before. Do we want to test that now though? I've got the energy for...maybe one more kind of test in me tonight, I think."

  "One more, hrmm?" Linda pauses in thought, a pause which takes a suspiciously long amount of time. When Tizzy looks over at her companion she finds a rather thoughtful expression on the mage's face, as she chews on her lip.

  "...What exactly are you thinking about, Cogswell?"

  "Ah, well...I was thinking perhaps we should test how they...interact. As a non-combat example. I mean, if you think about it, even doing something as simple as...I don't know...shaking hands could be very complicated to synchronize."

  Tizzy narrows her eyes. "...Shaking hands, huh? Is that what you want to see them doing?"

  Although the early evening is growing dark, there's still a visible hint of blush on Linda's cheeks. Given it's nearly the middle of summer, the evening chill is a rather unlikely explanation for the flushed skin. "...Don't give me that kind of look! You were the one who had them doing weird things first!"

  The imp continues with 'that kind of look' for a few seconds more, before eventually bursting out into laughter. "Okay, okay, you got me there. Just wanted to see if you'd admit it. How about you be direct though, eh? What exactly did you have in mind for...interactions?"

  "Well..." Linda bites her lip again. "Perhaps a kiss? That would be very...complex a motion."

  "Could be, could be. If we're putting on a show though I'm gonna need to conserve my energy. Cutting Princes Three through Six." Tizzy waves a wand at the illusions, and four of them quickly turn into little more than humanoid blobs, formed of lightly glowing blue energy. Linda repeats the action on her end, and soon enough there's only two Prince Thaddeuses left in the clearing. Tizzy has them sheath their swords and return from their tree-slaying missions, and a few moments later the two are standing in front of the magicians, staring at each other. "Okay...let's see here...Prince One, Top Mode, Prince Two, Bottom Mode."

  "...You have pre-arranged spells for that?"

  Linda doesn't get an answer to that question, or at least not a direct one, as the illusions begin to speak instead. "Well, well, well, if it isn't my lesser half...I hope you've been working hard today, my little prince."

  The second illusion looks into the eyes of the first as he steps closer. Although they wear the same face, there's still a very noticeable difference in their expressions that almost makes them look like different people. "Hard indeed. Perhaps...hard enough to earn a reward, my prince?"

  Linda adds another question from the sidelines. "Are they really going to keep referring to each other the same way?"

  "Shhh! The show's about to get good!"

  "Perhaps so." With that said the first prince places his hands around the other's face and leans in for a kiss, the second Thaddeus closing his eyes and tilting his head in preparation. It starts off chaste, a simple peck or two, but then the leading prince starts again and begins to properly conquer his counterpart's lips. The second lets out a muffled moan, and his hands begin to roam across the other's body as the first holds him close.

  Linda takes a seat next to Tizzy, perhaps feeling that she needs a more relaxing position from which to watch this display. "Wow. That's...what exactly is this based on again, Tizzy? Even just this is an, ah...impressive show."

  The imp clears her throat. "I've got a, uh, good imagination, that's all. And agreed, but...I ain't got the juice to keep this running all night. Mind if I speed ahead to the good stuff?"

  The blonde turns her head with a raised eyebrow. "The good stuff? What exactly is the - oh!"

  With a wave of her hand, Tizzy demonstrates what she means. Most of the clothing and armor the two princes wear immediately vanishes, leaving them in not much more than their pants and boots. Prince Thaddeus had occasionally been seen without a shirt on during their months together so this much at least is an accurate reproduction of the man, and one that Linda can admire. She doesn't have time to say as much however before the performance moves on to the next scene.

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  "I can feel that you are indeed working hard, little prince. Yet it is not the inferior's place to recieve satisfaction before their master, is it not so? Down to your knees, prince, and see if you can earn your reward." The first gently presses down on the shoulder of the second, and with a nod the second prince kneels down before the other. His hands soon get to work unfastening the man's belt - did Tizzy leave the belts on just to watch them come off? - and a moment later the performance reaches a stage far beyond what Linda would have ever asked for. A quite realistic human cock springs into the evening air, and the second Thaddeus doesn't hesitate for a moment before leaning forward to lick his way up the underside of the shaft.

  "Oh! Is - I didn't really mean to - is this perhaps going too far?"

  Tizzy gives the human a slightly disbelieving look. "Are you kidding me? Don't lie to me, this is exactly what you wanted to see. You don't have to say it, it's obvious."

  Linda swallows. "But is it not...disrespectful to Thaddeus?"

  "I mean...yeah? Definitely. But who's gonna tell him? Sure ain't me." The imp watches her companion for a moment, waiting for a response, but when none comes she shrugs and gets to shrugging off her own pants. "I mean, do what you want, but I'm not going through all this effort and not getting full value out of the mana, you know what I'm saying?"

  "Tizzy!" Linda's attention is now drawn between two competing views, with the second prince now fully sucking the cock of the first a few feet away, while Tizzy is now beginning to rub at her own dark purple groin not inches away from her. Her goblin illusion had been dispelled in order to conserve her energy for the tests, and so it is that Linda gets her best view yet of her longtime associate. She wants to object to the behavior...but the princes again demand her focus.

  "Mrmm, you do well to worship the royal scepter, little prince...but do not forget to honor the ballsack as well, yes?" The first withdraws his cock from the second's mouth but pushes his hips forward again a second later, this time exposing a heavy set of testicles to his clone. The second doesn't hesitate for a moment, immediately giving them a lick before sucking one into his eager mouth.

  "Oh fuck, that's hot. Gods, I wish I'd done multiple princes at once before. He looks good from both sides, don't you think?" Any embarrassment Tizzy once held over this situation had long since evaporated, and the wet sounds coming from the direction of the two men are soon joined by the accompaniment of Tizzy's fingers digging for her sensitive parts.

  This escalation does finally draw another comment from Linda. "Are you really going to finger yourself right next to me!? Tizzy!"

  "What, never had a good circlejam before? ...Maybe that's just an imp thing, been a while for me. But stop acting so shocked, I know you're as turned on as I am. Just join in and stop worrying about it, yeah?"

  "I...well..." Linda wants to object, but she can't deny that squirming her thighs together at the show in front of them isn't really getting the job done for her, or at least not as much as she would like. And there's no one else around to judge either of them... "...Fine! But not a word of this to anyone!"

  As the mage begins to undo her robes, Tizzy laughs. "What the fuck am I gonna say!? Hey guys, before we go risk our lives today, I want you all to know that Cogswell and I spent the night banging the damn pearls out of our clams to the sight of Prince Thaddeus sucking his own dick! Now let's go beat this dungeon!" The woman snorts at her own suggestion, and Linda finds herself blushing for yet more reasons.

  "Well..."

  She's saved from the need to find words for her thoughts as the first prince speaks up yet again. "Ah! You do good work indeed, little prince! Allow me to give you the first taste of your reward!" With that said the illusion pulls back a few inches and begins to rapidly stroke his throbbing cock, as the second tilts his head back and opens his mouth wide. With a groan a truly impressive amount of cum begins to spray into the evening air, covering the second's face with thick rope after thick, sticky rope, and more than a small amount lands its way between his thirsty lips.

  With one hand paused between her legs, Linda can't help but feel conflicted and frustrated by this development. "What!? I just got - you know, started, and you already finished it!?"

  Tizzy chuckles. "Finished!? Hey, I started conserving my energy for a reason, you know? Next scene, boys!"

  The Thaddeuses don't directly acknowledge their summoner, but the first prince obliges nevertheless. "Now...turn around, little prince, and you'll get exactly what you've been waiting for."

  "Ah, yes - thank you, my generous prince." The second illusion quickly undoes his own belt and pants, pulling them to his knees before turning around and getting down on all fours. The two women get an impressive, direct view of the royal behind as he presents himself, and both they and the first prince take a moment to admire it. The man is a little more direct about it, though - kneeling down himself before groping it with one strong hand, then slapping it to observe how the flesh ripples.

  "Gods. Is this really how two men, ah...pleasure each other?"

  "I mean...as far as I've heard it described. Little more easy for me to see how women handle things, you know?" The first prince begins to place his still-hard cock at the other's tight hole, forcing a groan from his partner, and as he begins to press forward Tizzy spares a glance for how Linda's handling things. Compared to Tizzy's own forceful - and more than a little noisy - delves between her lips, the human woman seems to be lightly stroking herself as if afraid she's going to break something. "Speaking of, you're never gonna finish before I run dry if you're being that shy about it. Not done this a lot or something? Here, let me show you how a proper circlejam works, alright?"

  "Eh? What are - ah!" Linda gasps in surprise as Tizzy moves her right hand between Linda's legs, pushing Linda's own hand aside, and she only barely has time to register just how wet the half-imp's fingers are before those fingers are probing inside. Her first reaction is to pull Tizzy's arm away...but within just a few seconds, it soon becomes clear that the smaller woman has a very good idea of what she's doing. "Oh! I...I've done it occasionally, of course, but...ah! Never like this!"

  "Good, right?" Tizzy grins a toothy smile, but nods her head towards the two princes who are now picking up steam. "But keep your eyes on them, yeah, they're the show after all." The mage does as ordered and finds her eyes entranced by the sight of the prince's cock slamming forward into his own ass, his still-heavy balls swinging with the effort. With some force of will she's able to then redirect her eyes towards the faces the two are portraying, both in different forms of focus and ecstasy, and when combined with Tizzy's efforts Linda gets the feeling she might not actually last that long after all.

  Then Tizzy manages to draw her attention back with a simple sentence. "Here, you do me while I do you - try and copy what I'm doing, yeah?" The scout uses her free hand to take Linda's left wrist, and the mage finds herself lacking the willpower to stop it from being placed atop Tizzy's dark-furred mound. At first she falls into old habits, her fingers beginning a light rubbing motion, but a frown on Tizzy's face makes it clear that's not what she's looking for. Rather than wait for a complaint Linda instead changes her motions first, doing her best to mimic Tizzy's much more aggressive digging with her own, longer fingers.

  She'd never done this with anyone's pussy but her own, but the difference between them immediately come to her mind. As might be expected, the shorter woman is both tighter and shallower, and Linda finds herself discovering a particularly sensitive spot within the imp with an ease she struggled to do with herself. From the way she squirms, Tizzy is certainly pleased with this development. "Ah, unholy hells! Right there, right there, keep at it - ah!" With that shout she takes Linda by surprise with an almost immediate climax, and Linda finds herself captivated by the feeling of Tizzy clenching around her. Just as she's about to withdraw her hand though, Tizzy grabs her wrist once again and holds it in place.

  "Didn't say I was done! Keep at it!"

  Linda wordlessly nods and returns her eyes to the view ahead, even as her brain mostly continues to focus on the feeling of Tizzy's fingers. The second prince seems to have been enjoying his 'reward', as it's not long before the cock swinging between his legs starts to visibly jerk, sending strings of cum shooting onto the grass beneath him. The first prince doesn't slow down though, pulling on the other's hips while occasionally slapping the man's flank for encouragement. "You're not tiring yet, are you!? Show us what a prince is made of!"

  The mage feels herself growing almost lightheaded at all of the stimulation, but manages to keep her attention focused on the pair ahead until the first prince moans out his own climax. This one is hidden from view - a final slam sending the man deep into the other's hole, firing his illusory cum out of sight, but Linda finds her imagination more than up to the task of filling in the details. Almost as good as Tizzy is at filling her, perhaps. A final series of rough strokes across her nub finally causes her to see white, and Linda's entire body trembles as her orgasm runs through her.

  It takes a subjective eternity for the feelings to subside - perhaps helped along by the fact that Tizzy herself never ceased her movements - but eventually Linda regains her senses to find that the illusions have faded away, all signs of their presence entirely erased. Tizzy's hand finally retreats from between her legs, a movement which causes Linda to realize that her own hand continued to fondle the imp as if it had a mind of its own, something Tizzy certainly doesn't mind going by the smile on her face. "Ah, it's - it's over now?"

  "Your magic went a little wild there for a minute, and I was running too empty to take over without warning. So yeah, show's over. ...If you want to keep me going for another round though, I ain't gonna complain."

  The mage does actually need a moment to think about it, but does eventually pull her hand away. "We should, ah...perhaps make sure we're rested up for tomorrow, right? But...if things go well tomorrow, and we both survive...perhaps we could...ah..."

  Tizzy's grin stretches wider. "Collaborate on our illusions a little more? Well...that certainly sounds like something to look forward to."

  probably be the last smut of the arc.